From the archive
We were playing chess and as he mused on his next Dad-destroying move, Kieran (12-and-a-half) sang a little made-up song. And then in the midst of this ditty, clear as bell, there appeared the word “dubstep”.
“Did you just say ‘dubstep‘, Kieran?”
“How do you know about dubstep?”
He looked at me with that look of mild derision that is the default expression of proto-teenagers across the world.
“Everybody knows about dubstep, Dad.”