"How did the auditions go in drama?" I ask my son after school. The lunchtime drama group is planning a production of The Lion, The Witch and the Wardrobe.
"Oh, fine," comes the typical disinterested response of an 11-year-old boy.
"Do you have a part?"
"Yeah. I'm an animal." (Nuff said!)
"Any particular animal?" I ask.
"Dunno," says my son, already practicing for his teenage years.
"And your friends?"
His face lights up. "Oh, one's a gay beaver!" he declares.
"A gay beaver?" I don't recall this character from my reading of the book.
"Yeah, there are two Mr Beaver's so we've decided he must be a gay beaver."
Not two children sharing one part then?