Did you know that a mouse's heart beats five hundred times a minute? No, nor did I. Or that the largest organ in the whole of your body is - wait for it - your skin?
There is nothing so educational, I find, as an afternoon in the company of my Little Welsh Boys. Young Sam is studying The Body at school, hence lots of interest in hearts, lungs and other organs. We spend a lot of time, when
the boys are supposed to be tucking down and going to sleep, trying in vain to find our pulses. I have never been very good at locating my pulse and if seems Sam takes after me. We hold our necks searching for our carotid arteries. I assure Sam that we are
both still very much alive, even if we can't actually feel our hearts beating.
Younger brother James had his class assembly today which was all about Staying Active.
James played an antelope and wore a kind of cardboard crown with antlers. There were seven animals in the play about Staying Active, others including an elephant, a giraffe and a goat. I am finding it a bit difficult to fathom out how the animals fit into
the Staying Active theme. Probably you just had to be there. James invites me to guess what antelopes eat. The answer, apparently, is avocados. This is the trouble with being educated by the Little Welsh Boys. You never know quite what to believe...
It is my privilege to put the Duracell Bunny to bed tonight. "More book!" he keeps demanding, every time it looks as if I might be trying to make for the door. We sing Baa
baa black sheep innumerable times so that, when we get to the line about the little boy who lives down the lane, he can say, in a self-satisfied voice: "Morgan!"
am pleased to report that all three boys are now fast asleep while Mr B has nodded off on the sofa next to me. I will be off to bed myself in a minute and guess what I'll be counting if I can't get to sleep?