I think my son’s going to become a lawyer one day.
I’m talking about our eldest son, Isaac. Here he is. Intelligent, no?
But honestly, he is quite bright. His huge disproportionate child head contains a brain which soaks up information and regurgitates it just when his mother and I think we’ve beaten him in an argument.
Case in point: this morning Isaac wound me up (as he does so well) to the point where he was banned from using the following items for the rest of the day:
- Nintendo DS
- Computer games
It’s a long story, but it involves Isaac having his hand in the biscuit tin whilst simultaneously lobbing loo roll around the living room.
Anyway, I get home, and Isaac’s playing on his Storio. Irritated, I take it off him.
‘You’re not allowed that,’ I say.
‘But Daddy,’ he responds, ‘you said I’m not allowed TV, Nintendo DS, computer games and biscuits. You never said anything about my Storio.’
I fear I may have been lawyered by my four year-old son.