Eleven, no longer elven

I sat looking at J, who turned 11 yesterday, over breakfast. There's something in his face suddenly that suggests that he's edging the boat away from Childhood. His eyes have a wider vocabulary, suddenly the jokes are wiser, and I'm starting to see the sketch of a man.

Suburban Homeboy

Tune of the month: "Suburban Homeboy" by The Sparks. Perfect for tapping away to - knits together the everyday with the musical - it's enough to make you want to stand up from your sugar-free macrobiotic muesli with soya milk in unison with the other 3 members of the household, each of you with a prop in hand (bag of bagels, eco friendly bleach, home made sword and cat respectively) and dance in synchronicity around the house. I recommend it to all suburbanites and it's a snip at 79p at iTunes.