Likely you can’t get the full effect of this lovely new addition to my son’s door, so fee free to click on it. It opens up nicely to reveal the amount of money I have to pay to enter his room (and the dire consequences if I don’t).

I really do not know where he came up with that number. All I know is that we’ve hit the “do not enter” stage of childhood. Unless it’s to put away his laundry. Then it’s okay. It’s also permissible for me to read stories at night. I just have to make sure I don’t wander in for no apparent reason.

(Like today, when I went in to take pictures of my jewellery while he was at school because there was some great light coming in. See?)

Shhh.