Brought my kids to @BillBailey in Wellington tonight. Asked the 12 year old what she thought at half time. “It’s not terrible” is probably the highest compliment she’s ever uttered.
My son is 17. He’s often at parties or a mate’s place or whatever, late into the night. Our dog Jax, who sleeps in said teen’s room, does not like this new-found independence. This thread is the performance art I have managed to capture in recent months. #exhibition
This is an interesting one: we were hosting said 17yo birthday party. All us mere mortals were forced downstairs, including the dogs: because embarrassing. Jax did not take it well.