"I know what happens to people when they get fat," proclaimed Lois, aged four years and two months.
"What's that?" I asked.
"They go on TV. They have to go on Rikki Lake."
"Oh," I said. "Do you think I will get fat and go on TV?" I weigh very slightly over seven stone. I was fairly confident of the answer.
With absolute certainty and gravity, Lois proclaimed, "Yes. You will. Definitely."
Within a four hour visit, Lois spent far more time holding TheBloke (TM)'s hand than I did, and smiled secretly when I asked her if she was trying to steal my boyfriend. And as a final coup de grace, took away the drawings she'd done for me and presented them to TheBloke (TM). "But those are my drawings, Lois - you gave them to me," I protested, feebly.
"I like him better," said Lois. The poor girl clearly has no taste in men. I worry.
1 comment:
I wouldn't worry about her - she'll dump him when she discovers he's a doofus.
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