The pits.

As we were driving to school this morning, the boys played with 2 empty tic-tac boxes.

They've actually had hours of fun playing with them, they're quite the car-entertainment toy. No need for portable dvd players in this family! Anyway, today's game was all about squirting. For example, Cherub used his tictac-pretend-squirter to *clean* the window; as you can imagine it is now totally smeary from his efforts. I wasn't really paying attention to all the psss psss noises coming from the back until I heard Climber say I'm pretending I'm a teenager and I'm quite big and starting to be smelly, so I have to squirt my armpits. Psss psss. Psss psss.
Which naturally got him to thinking about armpits, and the tictac box was dumped as his hand cupped the 'pit area so he could crack out a few armpit farts. Can your Dad do armpit farts? he asked me as he pumped away. I said we'd have to ask him next time we saw him. The entire male population of Grade One at his school is obsessed with doing armpit farts. Samuel can do knee farts and Andrew can do them with his neck. Oh and Samuel's Dad invented them, did you know? The funniest sight at school swimming this year was watching the 30-odd kids while they were lined up waiting for class to start - all the small fellows were pumping their little chicken wing arms furiously.

While we're talking about the pits, the rent did go up. The agent said $15 a week, so more for form's sake then because I thought it would do any actual good I said Fifteen??? and he got all nervous and said Is that a problem? and I said Last time it was ten and he said Okay I can make it ten, is that alright? Now I wish I'd gone in harder, but I was so resigned to it going up that I just said fine.