Mornings are a trip in this house. Just the other day, this is what went on:
Me: M, what do you want for lunch, meatballs or ham?
M: What do you mean “what do I want for lunch?”
Me: Picnic at school today with the kids from CS, and you have to bring a home lunch. Meatballs, or ham?
M: Picnic at school?
M: Oh, yeah. Are we going geocaching?
Me: Yes. What do you want for lunch?
A moment of silence…..
M: mhrmph msim rgfls.
M: I don’t really like meatballs.
Me: (You’ll have to imagine my voice growing ever so slightly louder) OK, ham then. (I turn to walk away)
M: rimlsh sjiel ggyrns.
Me: WHAT DID YOU SAY????
M: Is there any pasta?
M: Is it going to rain?
Me: Maybe. Decide what you want for lunch or I’ll decide.
General thrashing around on the bed, punctuated by moaning. I turn to walk away.
Me: (through gritted teeth) What?
M: What is A having?
Me: Mac and cheese.
M: OK I’ll have that. Can I have some for breakfast too? (Bounds out of bed.)