our teenager

It's official... Seb is a teenager.

So as is customary at his school apparently, 

his new year was rung in with a dusting of 13 kilos of flour and a dozen raw eggs.

He did make sure to take a crappy backpack and wear some old clothes. I can attest to the staying power of the eggs. Seb was all smiles when I picked him up from drumming. Yes, he had to go to his drum lesson after. Seeing as the instructor is a funny guy himself, he was kind enough to vacuum Seb off a bit with his hand held dust buster. Oh, the joys of turning thirteen.