You know you've entered a new dimension of weird when your firstborn has to check to see if Jupiter is in the third house before he'll leave your house to catch the bus to school.
Yes, number one son has gone all mystical on me, reading astrology charts and checking the night sky for signs of impending maths exams or other disasters. And, like everything else he takes an interest in, it's full on. He got off the bus in high good humour this afternoon, having had a "perfect day", thanks to the sun. (!!!)
No mention of the person who crowbarred his butt out of bed, got his breakfast, made sure his bag/lunchbox/homework was ready, ironed his uniform and paid his sports fees. Before leaving for Tae Kwon Do this evening, he had to go online and check where Neptune was. (In the sky, one hopes.) He's requested a carnelion band to keep him grounded. I tried telling him that he doesn't need carnelion to get himself grounded, but he was busy counting virtual sunspots, so that he'll know whether to take a jacket to school.
Beam me up Scotty.
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