Me: Happy birthday!
K2: You be the Evil Grandmother for my breakfast.
Me: “pluk-pluk-pluk”…(I indicate a thought bubble over my head, saying, “Aha! He isn’t eating! This is a good time to go and steal his Lego Nexo Knights.”)
K2: Promptly swallows a spoonful of his scrambled eggs.
Me: “pluk-pluk-pluk”…(I indicate a thought balloon that says, “FOILED!!” …I have to underline it in the air with my hand.)
This goes on until scrambled eggs, the RB (Regulation Banana) and milk are all finished.
Ask me why I am exhausted at 8am? I have already staged a full-scale drama!
George Bernard Shaw has nothing on me! Off he goes on the school bus, with me savouring the kiss the reluctant little face dropped on my cheek.