“Josh, have a fish finger,” Emily was saying. “Daniel’s not eating them.”
Eldest child rummaged in the paper bag that had come out of the Happy Meal box. “Thanks. Do they come with free custard?”
“No,” was the response from my other half. “But you have some milkshake left, so you could dip it in there.”
I rolled my eyes. “See, that was on the tip of my tongue. But if I’d said it, you’d have said that it was irresponsible parenting.”
Emily giggled. “At least Daniel’s eating it now.”
And it’s true, he was.
Coming up next on Brian of Morbius: ruminations from Gareth. But first, here’s a little music.