I am cooking tea. The Boy is waiting to be fed and he is hungry so he is also grouchy. The Missus arrives back from her fitness class and overhears me asking the boy to do something, a request which gets a non-commital response. I then ask him to do something else and he complains about having to 'do stuff...' so the Missus offers her views on his behaviour.
'If somebody asks you to do something why don't you just do it rather than complaining and whining about it?'
'I'm doing it.'
'And stop being grouchy.'
'Says you...'
'And stop being sarcastic. It's not clever.'
There is silence. I try to stop my mouth from opening but I fail miserably.
'Complaining, grouchy and sarcastic. I don't know where he gets that from...'
The Boy smiles. The Missus gives me a slanted look. It is a look that threatens the withdrawal of certain privileges if I offer any more opinions.
I carry on cooking. Very quietly...
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