Today I found a drawing of a blonde kid on my iPad. I knew it was my son's,
"Rend, who's this?"
"It's my date."
"Are you going out with a boy?"
"No! It's a girl! She's got a pink vest top on. She has a pixie cut, too."
"Why are her eyes red, then? Is she stoned?"
"What does stoned mean?"
FUCK! I need to stop talking when I'm knackered.
I won't mind losing something if I gained from its loss.