Oscar is not shy at all.
He likes to leave the bathroom door open at all times, and quite often has long and protracted conversations while he is going about his business.
On Friday night he galloped up to the bathroom for a pee.
Jason was coming up the stairs with an armful of washing to put away when Oscar shouted:
‘Dadda! Dadda! Come and see. Look, Dadda! When I do a wee I can do it so fast that it shoots out of my willy like this, (he makes a zooming noise in illustration), and goes so fast it goes up to the stars and into the comic…’
Jason, who was rather squeamish about these sort of things when we met, and he suddenly became father to a one year old and a four year old, is now immune to such situations.
He stood in the doorway and said dryly:
‘Yes, Oscar. That’s very impressive.’
He turned to carry on up the stairs, leaving him with the parting shot:
‘I think you meant the cosmos, right?’
Oscar continued piddling at the speed of light with gay abandon, not even deigning to give him an answer.
When a boy has such super powers there is no need to put gifts of such magnitude into words really.
Oh, and there was I wondering which comic!
He doesn’t bother with such lowly reading material!
Comics aint what they used to be. I mourn them.