A tale of a boy, who left home to show hubby the meaning of fear

 It was a comfortable evening for me, and me only, safe for the one moment when strong winds made the window in my studio capitulate and open up to the elements of nature. It could not be repaired, because it was dark and Cassian asleep, so I barricaded it with a heavy box filled with naughty mangas. A ten minute video and a self invented tale about a nice vampire in our aircon- did make some strange sounds even when turned off, and Cassian insisted on a vampire living in there- did the trick. Cassian is not exactly in love with vampires, but then again they are Romanian from birth, plus I showed the boy my huge bottle of glue and allowed him to glue the vampire to the door and get rid of him at daylight, should he behave badly. Flavius must be a vampire, too, because when I came down he was still up and running like a lunatic. I poured me a glass of red wine, sat on the terrace and listened to the wind howling and the tarps at neighbour's haus flap in the strong winds. When I came back to the living room, Flavius was even more active, and hubby was even more hysteric. Say what you will about this boy, but if he sets himself a goal he will most likely succeed. Flavius´s goal must have been staying up until midnight. While hubby threw one tantrum after another the boy did so only when put to bed in the guestroom. Since I´ll have to get up very early this night I left all the drama to hubby and went to bed. Cassian woke me only once, because he did not want to do the tour de loo all by himself. He made it into the marital bed sometime in the morning and got up, when he heard his brother talking downstairs, not before having made his bed like a professional. Now that husband has brought the boys back to their parents the both of us are caught up on resting time. It´s not that the two are badly behaved, but we are simply too old to take care of two youngsters aged five and not yet three...