D (the eldest kid) and I read "Where Did I Come From" last week, and I've been impressed with the maturity with which he has taken this new information on board. He's been quite sensible about it, and is yet to embarrass us publicly and hideously with his newfound knowledge. Though this evening he did suggest that Mrs. B and I have a bath together this evening so he could have another little sister.
But this morning I found out his thoughts about birthday parties, and invitations. We walked into school, and bumped into one of his friends, who he had invited.
D: "Are you coming to my party?"
Friend's Mum: "No, sorry, we're going away that weekend."
D:
FM:
Me: "Dante, you're not supposed to ask for invitations back."
D:
FM:
So I explained to him that people who don't come to the party aren't expected to bring presents. He seemed disappointed. But I could see that somewhere in his head there was some equation that read:
and a notion that there was a finite store of invitations, which he had given out, so they needed to be recycled to ensure he got the appropriate number of presents.
PS. I've decided to drop the Primus, Secundus, Tertia thing on this blog. Annoyed me too much. They're D, A, and E.
PPS. E is walking! (A more precise description would be shambling, but it's still very exciting).
