"You hear laughter breaking through, it makes you want to fart. You’re heading for a breakdown, better pull yourself apart. " - John Cooper Clarke

>When he is nice, he is very, very nice…

>Todd came home from an afternoon out with friends on Saturday, covered in make-up in the guise of a ghoul and he’d had his finger nails painted black. Lovely. He hasn’t thought of how to get the stuff off, so I’ll leave that part up to his tiny little brain to work out.

On Sunday morning he came into my bedroom as there was no one else in the house and he told me that he’d been out ‘Trick-or-Treating’ with another 16 year old and her 18 year old boyfriend. He had a huge bag of sweets and he told us what they got up to. At their age, I’d have thought they would know better, but hey, everyone likes freebies. Apparently, whilst still at his friend’s house some younger kids rang and Todd answered the door. As there were no sweets in the house Todd gave one child a biscuit, the other a kiwi and the third a lemon.

Healthier than sweets, I suppose.

What was nice was the fact that Todd left some sweets on his sister’s pillows before leaving, and I found a box of raisins next to my laptop.

We’d talked about everything before he left, and he even kissed me before meeting up with his friends for the day. That’s the boy that I love and adore, and it’s moments like that I should never forget.

Even when he next puts his foot through something.


  1. Posted Monday, November 2, 2009 at 9:41 am | Permalink

    I saw it happen with mine and it’s a lovely sight: your duck becomes a swan.

  2. Anonymous
    Posted Monday, November 2, 2009 at 10:25 am | Permalink

    Maybe if you stopped with the ‘tiny little brain’ comments you might get more of those moments.

  3. z
    Posted Monday, November 2, 2009 at 12:34 pm | Permalink

    Be fair, Anon, he puts Zed through hell sometimes and behaves incredibly stupidly.
    Zed, I think you stay amazingly focused on who Todd really is, despite everything. You never give up on him and he will appreciate it in the long run, as Pat found too.

  4. Posted Monday, November 2, 2009 at 3:44 pm | Permalink

    Hormones have a lot to answer for. . . . .

  5. Posted Monday, November 2, 2009 at 3:49 pm | Permalink

    My creepy little brother chased me around the house with a carving fork. He kicked in my bedroom door several times. Burned me with a cigar lighter. Had what must have once been the world’s largest Porn collection.
    He’s now a Lutheran Minister.
    There is hope.

  6. Posted Monday, November 2, 2009 at 3:59 pm | Permalink

    I know exactly how you feel. I got a kiss this weekend too, but I had to ask for it.

  7. Posted Monday, November 2, 2009 at 5:00 pm | Permalink

    Pat, I aim to 🙂
    Anon, perhaps. But think about the context.
    z, as a mother yourself, you know that you can never give up on your children – however much you’d like to for a short moment.
    Sandy, don’t they just….
    Sewmouse, I can’t see Todd going that way – but I do live in hope 🙂
    Anji, they are lovely at times, aren’t they?

  8. Posted Tuesday, November 3, 2009 at 1:44 am | Permalink

    Yep, your lovely son is in that gangly teenage boy body somewhere. You just got another glimpse of him, and soon (hopefully) you’ll see him all the time. Hang in there!

  9. Posted Tuesday, November 3, 2009 at 9:14 pm | Permalink

    Heh, there’s hope there.
    Do you think that Anon is Todd? 🙂

  10. Posted Tuesday, November 3, 2009 at 9:30 pm | Permalink

    gg – Anon is not Todd – he read this post with a smile on his face. Then he read the comments and didn’t say a word. He hugged me for having posted about him though.
    Strange 😉

  11. Posted Thursday, November 5, 2009 at 4:28 pm | Permalink

    Zoe, that’s the sweetest. I’m telling you, that boy will be quite fine when he goes past 18!