Cool stuff happens.

Like at dinner one night, my youngest lad tells me (in response to my earnest conversational prompt,’What did you do in English today?’), ‘We started Dickens.’ He talks with his mouth full and it seems I have overlooked the need to teach them to use a knife and fork. ‘We had to say what we knew about Dickens.’

‘Did you know anything?’

‘Yeah, I said that Dickens had trouble sleeping so he used to go for walks at night and that’s where he got his ideas for his stories and he always writes about the fog.’

Inside me I am all, ‘THAT’S MY BOY and my goodness me, that trip to London has CHANGED MY CHILD’S LIFE.’

And then he says, ‘And his name begins with Dick.’