It's Sunday, NOW I've dropped Dean back off at school and have taken his friend back to the train station. It's the middle of the day and I'm sitting on the sofa watching TV -- which is kind of against my religion, but then Liverpool is playing, and that's a different part of my religion, so there you go. At least I waited until after 5 for a glass of wine.
My son, then about 4 years old, was being his wild self right at bedtime. I said, "no more monkey business!" in my best stern-mom voice, and he looked me gleefully in the eye and declared, "infinity more monkeys!"