Dammit, something in my eye.
P.S. I want that T-shirt.
Stuff like this scares the hell out of me when I read it. Not so much "oh my god I hope nothing like that happens to my son" as "oh my god I hope I can cope when stuff like this happens to my son". Reading level-headed posts like this, that show that it's not the end of the world when these things come along, make me realise that maybe I'll cope when the first curve-ball comes along for Tom. :)
Ah! "Bone in my winky" was the expression too in our household when I was little for those impromptu early test-firings of the mechanism. Usually brought on by terribly exciting things happening, like getting a new toy or something. Was beginning to wonder if it wasn't a widely-used expression, my wife had never heard it, despite having a younger brother. I think it might come into currency again when Tom's a bit older, though!
That stuff looks incredible. Does it have any "stealth cleaning" properties or is it purely for show?
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Simon 
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