30/11/08 (aged 5 1/2)
A reads encyclopaedia, tells me about the ‘Australian aubergines’ who lived there before the white men came.
A is planning a ‘sex party’ for his 16th birthday (because we told him 16 is the age of consent). He will have a bottom-shaped cake with chocolate down the bum crack.
At Kentwell Hall I say to A that I’m glad he likes L (A has given him some chips).
A volunteers that on the day L was born, A took a few bites out of every apple. (Chimes with Adam Phillips’s idea that children who don’t finish their food are anxious about not being loved enough. They want to make sure there is some food/love left.)
I: Was it to make sure you had some left?
Then A: Mummy hates me. She only loves L.
I: What about when she lies in bed next to you and massages you?
A: Then she loves me and hates L—.