Eddie had a night out with his 'girlfriend' last weekend.
Yes, Eddie is six.
It gets worse: They went (with her family) to Goodwood and enjoyed an evening of racing. Ahem. So, he's starting young with the women and gambling. I entrusted five pounds to the care of Isla's parents so that they could place some bets.
Eddie, of course, won on the first race. £7. So ten minutes in and he has more than doubled his money. Uh oh. He loses on every other race of the night, but is still 'up' at the end. He comes home lofting a precious five pound note high in the air.
"Look at the money I won!" he says.
"And where's the five pounds that Mum gave you to start with?"
"Isla's parents have that. You'll have to ask them. This bit's mine. I won it."
Right.
He had two very late nights in a row. (Well, it's still the summer holidays...) because the following evening he was at a family party. He came home shattered, and, relenting for once, I cuddled him up the stairs to bed.
"You said I was too heavy to carry up the stairs any more..." he observed, sleepily, cheek pressed into my shoulder.
"Well, just this once, as you are so exhausted," I soothed.
"Yes, I'm much lighter when I'm tired, aren't I?"
Can't fault this boy's logic.
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