Ch-ch-ch-changes

I love old Bowie songs... My regular readers (perhaps I should use the singular) will note that I've started listing the music I'm listening to while writing. It's just another way of telling you about myself, and might lead you to a musical discovery. Where possible I'll link them to Apple's iTunes store so you'll have a legal chance to hear a sample, from either a PC or a Mac.

Ch-ch-ch-changes seems like an appropriate title for today's post on the topic of my son. We're just back from his Junior School's "Winter" Fair. Last night and this morning he was adamant that he didn't want to go to his Little Dragons Kung Fu class because it was boring and "Sifu" (his teacher) was an "asshole". But he was looking forward to the Winter Fair because there would be Newfoundland dogs giving cart rides and he wanted to pat their puppies. Of course he got mad when I caught him having fun at his Kung Fu class in spite of himself! :-)

This dog is a two year old Newfie! They grow 'em big out there. My
son, in his favourite hoodie, is on the left. The other boy is the
younger brother of a classmate - C. tried to help his brother
win a birthday present for him.

Listening to: Combat Baby by Metric from Old World Underground, Where Are You Now?