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Also, in between immersion in Harry Potter, Son has developed wierd obsession with bottom massages (?!). He keeps asking us if we want a bottom massage. I consistently refuse, but Twin 1 agreed, whereupon Son sort of squished her buttocks together and they both dissolved into fits of giggles as if it was the most hilarious thing since the Mr Gum books were written, instead of just downright odd. I shall remind them of this episode when Son is nineteen and Twin 1 is sixteen, in front of their respective girl/boy friends and see if they find it quite so funny then.