Not fifth avenue

The nut is tall enough, heavy enough and old enough to travel on a booster seat. Of course we have a proper car seat with a 4 point harness but it requires a phd in superconducting physics to put it in and I only have one in isotope geochistry. I got one, so that in an emergency I could pop it in a taxi without 2 hours swearing. I can also carry it on public transport and such if I want to get a taxi or lift home with a friend with out a seat. Basically it's fucking brilliant.
'Its a seat of death' mutters mr dr Jim
'Ill put you on a seat of death' I mutter back.

Anyway, we had a little day trip and the nut sat in the back and was very pleased about everything, because he couldn't ever remember travelling in a different car, though he can remember travelling in his old seat ('I was sick on it ' he says sagely. That was the day he learnt the word sick. )

The bathroom remains beard hair free bar a few escapees but the bins are curiously full. Crispy pancakes for dinner hurrah!