Friday, November 23, 2007
my boy is in a bit of bother at school. he is on report. this is because he is in a bit of a state about stuff. he cannot stop chattering in the class and as most of his chatter is what is known as 'inappropriate', being largely derived from a smutty american cartoon called family guy, it doesn't make for a peaceful life.
his lovely teacher has made him a little place of his own on the school intranet. it is to do stuff that might let off a bit of steam and that might help him feel a bit better about himself. so herself sat down with him last night with the new laptop so they could look at his place on the intranet. she is a little possessive about the new laptop and doesn't really like people using it. my boy was clicking away, saying he would like a map of the school so he could plan terrorist attacks. he was getting a bit stuck with where to click. herself tried to help.
"how about we try 'control click' to see if we can get this window to open?" she said, while wresting the laptop back into her bit of the table.
"how about we try 'control freak?' retorted my boy, on the nail as usual.
today my boy was ill so he didn't go to school. he had to come to collect little rokit with us. in order to cut the wingeing about feeling rough down, herself said he could bring the video camera. my boy filmed us all running around on the beach. later he edited it into a home movie. my boy is a dab hand with the camera. he showed the peeps.
"i hate films of me!" wailed herself. "i look so fat and my voice is silly!"
"you look like elton john!" said my boy. herself looked even more glum. i think he meant it as a compliment. like when he said she looked like a wrestler in her sleeveless vest...