He waved his sword at everyone. He has a full sized replica claymore now, which he still waves about from time to time, but not unless he is a long way from everyone else! As he is still only 26 I have put it in the loft until he is more mature.
That bathroom! Horrible, cold place with three outside walls and a flat roof! The walls are brown because, in a vain attempt to warm it up and insulate it, we put cork floor tiles on all the walls. Probably should have bought a lighter shade.
The carpet was made of vile rubber-backed felt tiles that moved around if you couldn't walk like a ninja. No one in our family has ever walked like a ninja.
He was always trying to get a wolf game whenever he passed our bed. Especially if he knew it was his bedtime. He would become very charming and use all the long words he could think of. He hoped that we would be so fascinated, we would forget to send him to bed. It didn't work.
Aah! The songs!
There were three songs that HAD to be sung before he could go to sleep. Away in a Manger, even in the height of summer, a little lullaby called Sleep Gently My Own One and Stay Awake from Mary Poppins. After I had sung these he was out for the count in seconds. It was like Pavlov's dogs, just sing the songs and he would sleep anywhere!
I think Carol was dieting...