Personal space and plain speaking

I was attending my regular aerobics class this morning, in the rather large aerobics room. Only one other participant and I, rattling round in the huge space. A third chick walked in - ten minutes late - then stood right in front of me, barely a metre away, and whichever way I moved so I could see the instructor this latecomer with the personal space problem moved back on me. Half way through the class I think she told the instructor she was from Sydney. I had a stuffy Melbournite /Nanna moment where I tsked in my brain about Sydney aerobics manners, but this made me laugh at myself. I don't really think you're rude, Sydney people. But I hope she goes back to you guys soon or my toes are in danger.

I was sitting next to Cherub at the kitchen table when he glanced over at me and said oh you're not in your jarmies. No, I said, I've had my shower. He gave me the once over and then casually and slightly contemptuously stated I don't like you when you're in your jarmies. Sheesh! They're posh Peter Alexander ones and everything. (you can see a bit of them in the kitten pic below) But upon further questioning we established it's a hair thing. He prefers it when my hair is in a ponytail. When I wear my pyjamas my hair hangs loose, and this is not to his liking, apparently. So much for my crowning glory.

I have a deal rule with Climber about the Harry Potter movies; he's not allowed to watch them until after we've read the book to him. This is because I love those books and I wanted him to have the experience of picturing it all in his mind's eye first without the movie doing all the work for him. Anyway, we've recently completed The Order of the Phoenix and on Sunday morning I mentioned that he could watch the DVD, at which he made to disapparate into the lounge room. So I had to call him back and tell him he'd have to watch it at a time when the Cherub was not around, as the HP movies are too scary for the little boy (not to mention the whole book rule thing which I'd quite like to implement for the Second-born but may have trouble enforcing). He agreed politely, but as soon as humanly possible, when Cherub was elsewhere occupied, Climber slipped away very quietly and put the movie on. When I later walked in on him I thought I'd reinforce the No Watching While Cherub's Around agreement so I asked what he would do if Cherub came in, hoping for a turn it off reply. But kids are honest, aren't they? Looking at me as though to check he'd got the right answer he said tell him to get out? I bet he would have, too.