We were discussing Tom's love of lazing around on weekend mornings. Nik and Tom had made it downstairs by about 10. I had been up a little while longer, indulging my passion for masochistic labour by laying floor tiles in the kitchen. We were in agreement that such tendencies on the part of our son were only to be encouraged, untouched as he is by the guilt that seems to afflict me whenever I attempt to laze around.
I made some jokey reference to my Calvinistic attitudes and, somewhere a few feet behind me, a little voice piped up -
"Daddy say 'Hey protestant boy - get up!'"
quickly correcting himself
'Shrek say 'Hey protestant boy - get up!'"
That boy is going to get me into trouble one day.
As I write it has just turned eight on Monday morning. I've been at my desk nearly half an hour (not working, I grant you but the intention is there.) There's no sound from Tom's room. This is usual. Parents of young children, are you feeling the envy?