My boys are going through a phase. For about the last 6 months. Every night when they hear me coming through the front door they abandon their dinner and hide under the kitchen table.
They know that I know where they are.
They jump out and say "boo" anyway, and laugh when I pretend to freak out.
Last night, we had a variation on this when young Cherub decided to stay under the table for as long as possible.
It went like this:
INC: Where's Cherub gone?
Cherub (from under the table): You have to guess where I am.
INC: Okay. Are you in Japan?
Cherub (from under the table): No
INC: Are you in America?
Cherub (from under the table): No
INC: Are you under the table and you need to come up and eat your dinner right now?
Cherub (from under the table): No
INC: I think you are.
Cherub (from under the table): You have to ask if I'm in France.
INC: Okay [small sigh] Are you in France?
Cherub (from under the table): NO!
Tuesday 17 November 2009
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