Teenage Tales of Terror Okay, so my son is hungry. I tell him what we have. He says he doesn’t like it. Then HE MUST NOT BE HUNGRY!!!! So...

So another phone call from Little Red’s school informing me that he seems to be having great difficulty in class due to the fact that he can’t stop talking, resulted in me solemnly promising to address the issue and the schools’ concerns. Unfortunately, I decided to have ‘said conversation’ at the same time that I was having a little ‘clear out’ and left some of my old school reports lying around. Little Red, being the little super sleuth that he is, seized the opportunity to

Outside enjoying a beautiful Fall day at school lunch with  her son, Mum has a Yogurt Parfait and  Jimmy has an egg and cheese omelet with pancakes. “I want to be in Kindergarten again,” he says. “They get to do anything.” “I knew you’d want to be young again someday,” I say and smile inside knowing the truth is alive. Jimmy gets it now. To be older isn’t the best – To be young is. He sees. He knows. Mum gazes out at the kids on the playground, thankful for this special forev