November that was

Made a parenting faux pas: ordered in "Unlikely" a graphic novel by Jeffrey Brown, who switches between adult memoirs and Star Wars inspired kid novels. Kid coughed politely and said, "I don't think this is for me", THEN I noticed the back cover: "A memoir about losing my virginity". (Think a guy that's studying physics and grew up going to church, and meets a goth called Alison when he's 22). 

Youngest doesn't want to go to school in the morning. Coughed and spoke in a croaky voice as convincingly as Ferris Beuller, ("I have germs and I don't want anyone to get them"), later admitting he'd tricked me. When his dentist admired him for having a cool name, he explained "I am cool", and said he wanted to be a dentist when he grew up, until he discovered he'd have to go to school every day, now plans to do NOTHING when he grows up, says I should get myself a job teaching people to "be calm". I wonder where he gets these ideas from!

Pictures Below: Rosina Possingham event for Nature Festival in which peeps used Procreate to digitalise photographs pasted up on Kab101 lane by artists and helpers like Paul from OSCA (kid's artwork is circled; youngest by about a decade); with friends at Tea House event by Amber Cronin & Tom Borgas and coral by Chris De Rosa which the kids liked (paper mache is cool!)


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