Yesterday, I had class in the evening. Usually, I leave something for Bren's dinner, but yesterday, I ran out of time. There weren't any leftovers either. So I made sure to warn him.
A: "Baba, tonight, you'll have to order dinner or something 'cos there's nothing prepped for you to eat."
B: "Oh yeah, I thought about that. Maybe I'll pick something up on the way home before you take the car. Either way, no worries ba."
A: "OK. But just make sure you do something ok?"
B: "Ba, I am perfectly capable of taking care of myself."
A: (mock disdain) "Gasp! What?!"
B: "It's true!"
A: (in my best fawning mother voice) "But you're only a wittle boy!"
B: (in his best little boy being a big boy voice) "No, I'm a big boy now!"
Laughs and giggles all around.
However, cut to last night when I got home and asked him what he'd had for dinner.
B: "A big bowl of... peas!" (Satisfied smile)
A: "WHAT? That is the most little boy dinner ever ba!"
B: "No it isn't! A little boy dinner would be melting all the ice-cream bars in the freezer into a bowl and eating 'em."
A: "What?! No it isn't." (Exasperated sigh, knowing that he's right.)
A: "Wait, where did those two big slices of banana bread meant for the neighbors go?"
B: "Oh... I ate them too."
Bren's big boy dinner = big bowl of microwaved peas + two THICK-ass slices of banana bread.