Only a week or two ago young NooNoo (who no longer pronounces his real name "NooNoo", having grown out of such things some while ago) started school. Yes, my friends, it really is that long ago that I first announced his arrival into this world. The wee fellow is of school age, if not quite school size being of the diminutive variety.
NooNoo's teacher is called Ms Parrott and I'm delighted to have been told more than once, in an emphatic four-and-a-half-year-old voice, that she's "not a real parrot - she's a lady".
Might be even more fun if she was actually a parrot, but I suppose there are educational standards to keep up and simply learning how to say "Who's a Pretty Boy, Then" parrot fashion might not quite make the grade.
Which brings me to the point of this posting; as part of his school day, young NooNoo has been doing some drawing. I'm delighted and mildly concerned in equal measure that his choice of subject for immortalising in pencil was yours truly, his Dragon Lord.
I am, however, very pleased to note that I have sprouted hair for the first time in some years. Thank you, NooNoo, do say "hello" to Ms Parrott for me.
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