I had planned to do a nice writerly blog about one of those nice writerly sorts of topics but to be honest I'm completely exhausted and it's all because I own a Scorpio son. You see this particular Scorpio is going to be six next week and to say he's excited about his birthday wouldn't really be doing it justice. Obsessed is probably a better word. For weeks he has been scheming what sort of presents he will get and by lieu of talking about it every minute of every day (think water torture without the water) we somehow found ourselves going to Toyworld and buying these presents on the strict understanding that he couldn't have them until next Friday.
Fools that we were.
Instead of getting some peace my son is now spending every minute of every day trying to negotiate a new contract so that he can get his hands on the presents sooner. I tell you that if the government really wanted to get information from enemies spies, all they need to do is give them a NeoShifter Energy Base and then send my son in after them. He would have them begging for mercy in no time at all. And oh how I wish I was joking.
The worst of it is that the minute the birthday is finished he'll start working on a Christmas campaign which will probably make his current assault look like something an amateur might do. In fact, I feel weak at the knees just thinking about it. The only consolation about having such an evil genius of a son is that every now and then he turns his scheming mind to my problems, like the other day when I was busy trying to come up with some cute things to put in my Zombie Survival Packs for when my new book, Zombie Queen of Newbury High comes out next year.
I had just about given up on trying to find anything cute and zombish to use when he suddenly asked why I didn't just use his favorite candy - yup, you guessed it - they're called Zombie Chews and I only buy him one every week from the corner shop. Mom zero. Genius son one. Oh, and of course when I went and bought twenty Zombie Chews guess who managed to get three for himself? Oh, to be so brilliant!
So, does anyone else have an evil genius and if so, any tips on how to stop them from fleecing you would be greatly appreciated!!