>> Thursday, 29 January 2009
1. At dinner time...
Me: "Boy #2, please come back down and sit at the table. Otherwise you will have to go straight to bed."
Boy #2. "That's. Not. Fair! Reeeeeeeeeally?"
Me (that's got him): "Yes, really."
Boy #2, big grin on face: "OK then." And bustles into his bedroom, climbs under the duvet, and shuts his eyes...
2. At bath time...
Me: "Come on, Boy #1, for the third time. Please get out of the bath."
Boy #1: "Why?"
Me: "Because it's a school night, you're tired, I'm tired, and.... if you don't get out now your skin will go all wrinkly, and you'll turn into a raisin."
Boy #1: "Really?"
Me: "Oh, yes."
Boy #1: "Actually then, I think I will stay here and see how long it takes..."
Me (thinking, gosh, doesn't my oldest son look angelic. What can he be thinking about...? World Peace? How to save the polar ice caps? Some new mathematical equation to turn water into fuel?): "Boy #1, what are you thinking about?"
Boy #1: "Chocolate."
Well, of course. And I'll say it for you; like mother, like son.