Its the semi finals of BGT (Britains got Talent) Monkey for some reason has gotten into the habit of telling us what is going on, while we watch it, which drives me fucking bananas
He is now of an age where his voice, especially when he is getting to stay up late, is not as important as what everyone else wants to watch.
I sometimes think I have indulged him too much and other times not enough. Its a tough line to walk and I think it being on at a half term when I have had him talk at me for most the day, I just want a little time in the evening to say stop enough.
The simple thing would be to send him to bed, but by the time it starts its too early, so I am going to miss a good half.
And he likes chatting what he likes, what he doesn’t like and its sweet to hear, when I am not trying to listen.