Well, I am off to Oxford tonight to give my seminar on writing sex scenes. I’ve got chocolate and strawberries (strawberries in October?!!?) and am looking forward to a fun evening.
Fecklet is obsessed with socks. He loves to pull off his own socks and has started trying to do the same to other children. Mostly, he loves to hold socks, chew on them, and take them on a crawling and cruising tour around the room.
This morning I gave him half a dozen socks and he was in a frenzy of sock-induced happiness. He lifted the socks, threw the socks, put the socks down, moved the socks around, chewed on the socks, bunched the socks into a big pile, looked intently at the socks…bliss.
A future foot fetishist?
Don’t.
Hey, don’t knock foot fetishists. We are sensuous and appreciative and generally don’t embarrass in public.
Well, that is true.
But I would hate to predict my son’s future sexual interests by his behaviour now, seeing as he also loves smearing food on himself, pooping in his pants, and watching me wax.