Getting booked
Nov. 21st, 2006 08:23 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sawylToday, mater and I took my nephew to the bookstore in town in an attempt to help him spend his birthday booktokens. We got there for the last ten minutes of a signing session by Mark Robson and Amanda Hemingway, but unfortunately, the boy, being too young for fantasy novels, was rather more interested in the rocking horse.
The whole thing was a triumph for the nephew — he got a couple of BOGOFs with his token — but rather less successful for the supposed adults, with my mater accusing me of being impatient (which, to be fair to her, I was) and being grumpy (which I wasn't). We managed to keep things under control until pater took the boy home, whereupon we had a full on row. Oh, how I love staying with my folks. They seem to know how to consistently bring out the worst in me.
The whole thing was a triumph for the nephew — he got a couple of BOGOFs with his token — but rather less successful for the supposed adults, with my mater accusing me of being impatient (which, to be fair to her, I was) and being grumpy (which I wasn't). We managed to keep things under control until pater took the boy home, whereupon we had a full on row. Oh, how I love staying with my folks. They seem to know how to consistently bring out the worst in me.
