Quick insight into life here at The Treehouse - a conversation with my 11 year old daughter earlier this afternoon:
"Mum, I think you're special"
"No, Mum, I think you're special - like the kids you teach - special. You're really obsessed with family history - you're doing it again!"
OK, pause the conversation there - I work with young people with Special Needs - including kids on the autistic spectrum who often develop a very special and single interest (coaches run by a particular company, frogs, Frank Sinatra, radioactivity spring to mind - apparently genealogy springs to my daughter's mind).
"This isn't family history, I am on Ebay" I counter.
"Looking at World War 1 cap badges" she snaps back "because of your great-grandad"
"You're getting weird"
I bite back a reply involving her rock collection and hoard of geology books and, point taken, switch off the computer and make a swift exit to the beach, daughter and dog in tow.