My nephews arrived on Friday night behaving like incarnations of our hellkittens, but without the sleeping.
"You're gay!" shouted one to the other, as they tussled in a violent heap on the sofa. "Yeah, well you're a lesbian!" retorted Nephew #2. When pressed to explain himself, he informed us that a lesbian is "someone who loves someone else".
It was a great weekend. We went bowling and ate chocolate cake and listened to Max Boyce records and drew monsters and laughed a lot.
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