So that also meant breaking all rules by letting Z play Pokémon furiously on a Friday night.
He would not remember all the assessment work I set him to do, all the nagging and lecturing but he would remember how he caught Ditto with me under the Helix bridge, how I drove up Mount Charmander (Mount Faber) at midnight and how we dashed to catch Hitmonlee.
Memories were made of moments like this, moments that he could look back on and recall in fondness.
That was why I broke all rules of a good mummy’s textbook.
For record’s sake, we made it home by 1am!