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posted by Thomas on May 6

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.”

“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.”