I've decided not to teach Sam how to tell the time. Honestly, it will make no difference to his life at all, but would make a huge difference to mine. The downfall of having such a good reader is I can't lie about food anymore! Lying about bedtime is one of my few pleasures in life. If he can tell the time, he'd know that it wasn't *quite* 6 and he had another ten minutes...

The whole light nights in summer/ dark mornings in winter is causing some rows. 'Mummy! It ISN'T MORNING! It is DARK. It's the middle of the night. GO AWAY.'