Lunch at El Torito Cafe in Henderson. I’ve been eating there since I was twelve- and Mason has been a regular since he was a baby.
12:30 show of Spiderman at Sunset Station. I freak out slightly at American sizes. When you order a small slushy, a small popcorn and a small coke and they are as big as Big Gulps, there is something seriously wrong.
Went to the bookstore where I got him the His Dark Materials Trilogy and a Pirate Book. Then we were off to Toys R Us to get the PS2 Spiderman game from Stuart for him. (The kid made out like a bandit.)
He is such a good little boy. He even melted Stuart’s heart by calling him Uncle Stuart. When they were on the phone (Stuart had had a few at the pub and was babbling away) Mason was calmly listening to him.
I whispered, “Tell him he’s talking bollocks.â€
“You’re talking pollocks.†Mason snorted.
“Bollocks.†I said.
“Bollocks. You’re talking bollocks.†Mason giggled and handed the phone to me.
Stuart wasn’t happy. “I can’t believe you.â€


May 7th, 2007 at 12:57 pm
I am sure I shouldn’t be asking this. But will anyway
What is a “Bollock”?