It's the boy's birthday today, and he's started the day feeling old - which is a bit rich considering he's about five years younger than me. I've already asked him what he wanted for his birthday, and the only two suggestions he could come up with were:
1. to be ten years younger, or
2. an absolutely enormous plasma television
Well, number one is definitely out of the question because then I'd be old enough to be his mother, and that would just be icky.
Number two is also not going to happen, because those things cost an insane amount of money and I'm just too practical a person to willingly part with that kind of money for anything less than a fabulous holiday for two in Europe.
So in the end, he told me not to get him anything.
But I did. It's a secret, mind, so don't go telling him - at least, wait 24 hours when he'll have already come home from work and seen it.
Do you want to know what I got him?
I got him a framed print of this portrait. I hope he likes it.
Just as an aside, I'm glad Michael Jackson has been cleared of child molestation charges. He's weird, but I don't think he's a perverted sicko.