Jaye Marie and Anita Dawes

My son, we have established, thinks I am regressing. So when a friend posted a bit of daftness on Facebook last night… a ‘what’s your mental age’ quiz, my initial response was, “About three, according to Nick.” Then, of course, I clicked and joined the fun.

According to this bit of silliness, I had a mental age of 29. Which undercut most of my friends considerably and I wandered off chuckling at the ensuing exchange of comments to answer the phone. It was my son.

It goes without saying that I had to tell him he was perfectly right. I was regressing. I awaited the inevitable riposte. He is, he says with deathly seriousness (and an odd, laughing quiver in his voice) quite worried about this situation. As he gets older, and I get younger. After all, he said, I have been his role model for years and years…