Picture the Fingers household this morning...
I was zooming around unloading the dishwasher, making a packed lunch, making a cup of tea, finding white socks for school*, etc.
PuffyFingers was tucking into a bowl of Cornflakes.
LMI was in the larder.
Me: "LMI, come out here and bring the cereal you want with you."
LMI emerges and deigns to sit down.
LMI: "Where's my breakfast?"
Me: "In the larder, I asked you get the box of cereal out while you were in there"
LMI: "It's just not fair. You treat me like Cinderella and make me do all the housework"
* Query: Why do we never have clean white socks despite the fact that I know I bought at least 12 pairs last August?
3 years ago