I was woken early and embarked upon my usual school-morning routine.
I had my MUG, I checked emails, I fought off the vultures attempting to procure my toast and set about the lunch making schmozzle.
And all I can hear behind me is intermittent crying. From Godzilla.
Cry, silence, cry, silence, cry, silence … etc
After about 23 seconds, it began to get to me, so I turn to find Monkey Boy pulling faces at Godzilla, which he knows very well sets him off.
“Stop stirring him!!”
“You are. Stop pulling faces at him. He doesn’t like it.”
“I’m not pulling faces. I’m being entertaining!“