Best of ten

The Boy woke up in the middle of our bed this morning (hang on, how did that happen?) and announced, "Now I'm ten."

And indeed he is, unbelievable though that may seem to his parents.

He asked me to come into school this afternoon and bring treats for his classmates:  he insisted on fun-dips (coloured sugar in a  bag) - the last thing on Earth I'd want to eat, but the Boy was the toast of the class for his excellent choice.  Blue tongues all round - wah-hey!  He was allowed to stand on a chair while everyone sang "Happy Birthday" (the novelty "milk-a-cow" variation), and then allowed to go home ten minutes earlier than everyone else.

Present-wise he has done rather well - a good mix of construction toys, books, DVDs odds and ends and some electronic delight.  Thank you to all gift-givers.

Oh yeah. There was chocolate cake as well.