Monkey Boy has signed up for six weeks of additional training for parkour.
It’s on a Friday evening, which puts a serious dent in … well, everything really. My getting into jarmies at 4.13pm and cooking pizza for dinner, followed by eating on the couch, watching a movie, for example.
Also, Melbourne has chosen this year to show of an extended, exceptionally cold Winter. Parkour is outdoors. It is cold.
In typical fashion, we arrive home, I request Monkey Boy please eat something before we leave. It is uncharacteristic for him not to eat, but appears to enjoy saying “I’m not hungry now. Why do you tell me to eat when I’m not hungry. You’re confusing me!”
I appreciate what he’s saying (we often have the