Here is part of a short story I sold to a major magazine... just as well I have a vigilant husband to edit my work before it gets sent!
"I sort of miss the toys and the mess. Callum seems to have grown out of that stage - he's only interested in his DS games now or his music, and we don't even hear that as it's plugged into his ears."
"Well, we should be thankful for that," Lauren said, putting on the kettle. "Look, he's only eleven, Neil. He may be shooting up but he'll always be our baby.
Can anyone beat that?