Time, 18.30. Location, bedroom.
Small: can we watch another episode of Doctor Who?
Me: are you going to want something to eat tonight?
Small: yes.
Me: then I don’t think there’s time – another episode of Doctor who will take you to quarter past seven, and that’s too late to be eating when you need to have a bath too.
Small: Oh. That means no, doesn’t it?
Me: Yes it does.
Small: Alright then.
He toddled off to get something to eat, without the slightest moan, leaving me slightly stunned. If I’d just said no I would have got a full scale meltdown from him. As it was, Big came up and moaned something rotten, so I didn’t get away scot free. Ah well.
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