I Love Children

Hereditary problems?

The phone in my bag starts to ring.
"Hello?"

"Can you get me something munchy on the way home?"

"Pardon?"

"Can you get me something munchy on the way home?"

"Erm, okay. Any particular sort?"

"No, you know what I like."

"Right."

"Get two."

I manage not to say anything about how this conflicts with certain efforts to be good. "Two?"

"Yeah."

"Okay. See you soon."

I put the phone back in my bag. The lengths you need to go to to hide a chocolate craving from a three year-old.