When a craft turns into harmful intent

One of the useful things about having a 'smart' phone is that I can surf the internet while I'm waiting to pick up kids, in a queue at Pick 'n Pay etc.  And I can bookmark them.... which makes it easier to find them again.  It's also great when the boys need to look up something on the internet as we don't have a computer at home. 

So it came about that Dylan wanted to check something and asked if he could borrow my phone.  Sure thing....  I was sitting at the dining room table and looked up to watch something on the television.  My eyes drifted over to Dylan and I could see this intense look on his face.  Then he frowned deeply, tilted his head and looked at me. 
"Why would you want to make a Roman blind?" 
"It's to hang in my kitchen"
The look intensified........ 
and then I clicked.....
"Dylan, it's not a real Roman person........ it's a window dressing."
"Ooohhhh"  Relief.
He had seen by bookmark on "How to make a Roman blind."

Sounding strange?

I don't usually take my cellphone into the bathroom with me, firstly because I hate being interupted in the one place where I can be alone with my thoughts, soaking in a hot tub with bubble bath, secondly because when some-one phones they KNOW you are in the bathroom by the echo.....
But this one afternoon I decided to take my phone with me for the reason that no-one else was home and I wasn't quite sure whether Dylan had a lift home or not.
And, as luck would have it, 5 minutes into my luxurious bath time experience, the phone rings..... grab a towel, dry hands, save the towel before it falls into the bath, grab the phone, grab the glasses (can't see the green button without them...) answer the phone - and it is, in fact, Dylan...
"Hallo"
"Hallo, Mom?"
"Hi Dylan...."
"Mom?"
"Yes Dylan, what's wrong?"
"Mom can you hear me?"
"Yes Dylan, speak....." (I am dripping foam and freezing from the breeze coming in through the window)
"Mom? Ok, I have a lift home"
"Great, Dylan, where are you now?" (I need to know whether I must finish my bath quickly so that I can unlock the front door for him, or can I spend an extra 20 minutes relaxing).
"Can't hear you, what are you saying Mom?"
"Wheeerrreeee  aaaaarrreeeee yoooouuuuu?"
"Whaaaaat?"
"Where are you!!!!!
"Mom, send me an sms, bye!"
So I duly send him an sms "Where are you"
"Leaving work now...... why do you sound vacuum packed?"

Living in Denial

I spent the evening on the laptop surfing the net and checking out the UNISA website for the course that Dylan wants to study.  I'd like to disagree with anyone who thinks that this is a user friendly site.....  Page after page of useless information and the search function takes you back to Google (?).

Dylan sits patiently at my side until we eventually find the degree that he fancies.  But looking through the selection of degrees and diplomas I start to feel that maybe I'd like to study something too.  That would really boost my self confidence. 

Dylan sits attentively at my side - "What would you like to study?" Dylan asks.
 "I don't know...." I  respond.
 "What about Psychology?  All old people study psychology." he says while typing away on his phone.
 "I'm not old!" I say. 
There were a few minutes of silence before he says: "Well, people in denial also study psychology......."