Tonight Boyd frowned as I entered the room. I stood at the door and smiled as he crunched his body further round the other side of the table and squished his face into a question.
“Go into the kitchen??” he squirmed as he spoke.
His hands rested on his fire engine. “Well the thing is I need to eat my tea lovely and Sarah too. You know as you say here earlier?” I smiled in reply.
“I’m afraid I have some bad news” he stated.
“Oh right what’s that” I said.
“This is not a table”. His eyes fixed on me as he delivered this, solidly and without hesitation.
“Its a road” he said and sighed.
“Go into the kitchen please Mummy”.
Mum’s the word 