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I’ve been very remiss about blogging recently; the better weather has meant that we’ve been outdoors a lot, and when I have been at the computer, I’ve been moving stuff from the old laptop to the new one. So this is going to be one of those “stuff my kids said and I’m blogging to remember” posts. Please forgive any typos; I’m still getting used to the new keyboard - my old one was a US setup, plus things like the “end” and “delete” keys are in completely different places on this one. Also this laptop has one of those touchscreen-mouse thingies, and I keep touching it unintentionally and end up typing the ends of sentences halfway through the previous paragraph.

Anyway, funny things:
Jack was demanding lots of things. I was fed up with it. He came to me and said “Can I have anything I want?” In retrospect, he probably meant “is there anything I want that I can actually have?”, but I took it to mean “can I have everything I want?” and said “No!” Freddy looked up from his seat in the corner, with a gloomy look on his face and said to Jack, “See? I told you it had to be a dream!”

They were watching Doctor Who. They love this, but Freddy does get scared. I’m not really into it, so they were watching it on their own (I know, bad mother). Freddy came into the kitchen to find me and said “It’s not even half-way through and I’m already scared!” - with a big grin on his face. I said, “I think you like being scared a bit.” He agreed and went back to watch some more. A few minutes later he returned. “The monster died and then it came back. I mean, honestly, how do they even expect us to believe that?!” Then he thought for a minute and said, “How could that even happen?!”

Later there was a analysis of why the Martha shows are scarier than the Rose shows - or something like that.

George and Freddy are planning Freddy’s birthday party; he’ll be 8 next week. I said I didn’t have time to do much, so they took it upon themselves. They’ve made a list of things they need to do, produced invitations on the computer, got Scratchy to help them print them out and delivered them to their local friends, and asked me to email them to the others. I suspect I’m still going to be expected to buy and cook the food though…

Points for whoever identifies the nearly-lyrics-in-the-title. Artist and year get you extra