I think my son’s going to become a lawyer one day.

No, not that one. We’ll be lucky if he makes it through primary school.

I’m talking about our eldest son, Isaac. Here he is. Intelligent, no?

OK, so they’re both a bit weird.

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:

• TV
• Nintendo DS
• Computer games
• Biscuits

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.