We call the boy the polterteen because, I switch lights off, they mysteriously come back on. I wash dishes, more dirty ones mysteriously turn up.  I close doors, they suddenly are opened again.  

Anyway, tonight, polterteen, became pukorcist, he has just spewed green all over my kitchen, thankfully that was all, his head didn't spin and he certainly did not do unspeakable things with a crucifix.

Thankfully, he is off school tomorrow anyway as his teachers are striking in protest of his school maybe becoming an academy.