so my POVS come over, one-by-one, for a visit
The Teen walks in and says: "it feels far more like home with all your things in it", after gazing about in quite an interested fashion, he smiles at me; we have a discussion about "belongings" versus "clutter", "homes" versus "houses" versus "hotels", personal freedom, liberty in general and the Geneva Convention. . .
The Teen will be fifteen in four weeks (he leaves soon after I feed him and give him some holiday pocket money)
Middle One walks in and says: "I love you, mum", he gives me a kiss on the cheek and then plugs himself into the xBox. . .
Middle One is twelve-and-a-half (he has stayed for two days so far; last night he actually turned off the dratted machine and suggested we watch a movie; we decided on The Belleville Rendezvous, which I can thoroughly recommend if you appreciate superlative animation, great music, and have an ear for the most beautiful tongue in the world - if you don't, it comes with sub-titles; he is currently still fast asleep)
Mini-Teen walks in and says: "I'm hot, tired and thirsty!", tosses her top on the floor, kicks off her shoes, goes to the freezer to find some ice, fills a glass with tap water (bottled water has a very environmentally unfriendly and personal kudos damaging carbon-footprint, apparently) and has a drink; she then gives me a huge bearcub-like hug and starts talking. . .
Mini-Teen (formerly known as Smallest Person) is ten (but will be eleven in two weeks) (no, there is no list, she only wants cash, thank you very much) (she didn't stop hugging and talking until she left a few hours later to go to the cinema with three of her friends)