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write anything that bears the remotest resemblance to his real life. I’ve had to talk to him a couple of times about telling lies. We encourage imaginative writing, but in their day books the children are supposed to write about what they have done. It’s like a diary.
    â€˜Sometimes it is just plain outlandish stuff,’ she said, ‘other times he writes things that seem quite credible, but I know they can’t be true. Yesterday for instance, he wrote that his father was back in the country. I understood his father has been abroad for an extended period of time …’
    â€˜Yes, he’s been in America for the last six months,’ said Molly. ‘I’ll talk to Max. Maybe his father not being … with us is upsetting him more than I thought. I don’t know.’ Molly trailed off. The head teacher’s silence felt damning. She clearly thought that here was yet another case of adults screwing up their children’s behaviour by putting themselves and their own dreary affairs ahead of those of their offspring. After some more talk about the advisability of despatching Max to school with a change of clothes, Mrs Plumstead rang off, and Molly had to put her anxieties to one side for the next hour and focus on ensuring that most of the glitter ended up glued to paper rather than to the children’s hair.
    When she went to pick Max up he had already made his way out of the after school club and was waiting for her at the gate. He was standing apart from the others, wearing trousers from the school lost property box that were a little too short for him. He got into the front seat of the car, clutching a plastic bag that Molly knew contained the evidence of his humiliation.
    â€˜I’m sorry it happened again, darling,’ she said, knowing that he would hate to have to tell her about it himself. He probably didn’t know that Mrs Plumstead had already spread the glad tidings. Max shrugged his shoulders and looked away from her out of the car window. She could feel the tension in his body.
    â€˜Was it just that you didn’t quite make it to the toilet on time?’ she said, putting a hand on his tight little thigh. He flinched away from her slightly.
    â€˜Is something upsetting you, Max?’ Molly asked. ‘Or is someone being mean to you? Tell me darling.’ Max turned towards her and she could see that he was trying not to cry.
    â€˜It’s what little kids do. Wetting themselves. Ryan said I got wee on his shoes, but it’s not true, it just went in my trousers and on the chair.’
    â€˜I’ll go and wee on Ryan myself if he’s not careful,’ said Molly in the threatening deep voice that always made Max laugh. ‘You can tell me anything,’ she said. ‘You know that, don’t you? You can tell me anything and …’ Max interrupted, ‘And you will still love me. I know.’
    He looked out of the window for a while, but Molly could feel that some of the misery had left him.
    â€˜What if I stole all your money? Would you love me then?’
    â€˜Yes,’ said Molly.
    â€˜What if I chopped a bear up into little bits?’
    â€˜Yes, I’d still love you.’
    â€˜What if I cut the ears off a baby?’
    â€˜Yup.’
    â€˜What about if I hit someone over the head with a hammer?’
    â€˜No problem.’
    â€˜What if you made chocolate cake and I got up in the night and ate all of it?’
    â€˜Now, steady on there. There are limits you know!’ said Molly, and she was relieved to hear her son laugh.
    When Max had had a bath and changed for bed and the offending clothes had been washed and draped on one of the reluctant radiators and were giving off a fug of synthetic jasmine, the two of them settled down to watch
Elf
. This was a pre-Christmas ritual that could not be missed. Max loved the absurdity of a man dressed in an elf costume doing all the things that grown-ups had