So, I was awa for a while this week and on my return, my little potato held his sang froid to the point that I wasn't even that certain that he had missed me. Apparently he never mentioned me until the frog asked about me and he turned to him and cool as brass said 'Mummy's away on a plane'; which indeed I was. Not for the whole four days of course, I did disembark; but I think he got the drift.
Friday I had lunch with some friends and while I've been looking forward to it for ages, I was kind of dreading it because: Spud/restaurant/no children. He, however, was so amazing that I have to suspend 'funny' in lieu of 'holy crap is that my son' for a moment. Firstly he sat in his stroller for nearly half an hour, playing quietly and refusing to get out. Then he climbed, shyly, mind you, shyly, that's with an 'S' and 'H' a 'Y' and a 'WTF'? Anyway, he climbed to the chair and played and ate and then sat in my lap and was charming and then played with his toys on the floor and then pointed out of the window and the waiters made him an origami frog and then... and then four hours had passed and er, I was so amazed that after we picked up my cousin from the station we rewarded his loveliness by taking him home on a real train... he was so, so happy to be on the train that I hated to take him off it.
Anyway, I'm sure the next time we hit a restaurant all will be back to normal but for now, he can do no wrong.