I was in the queue to buy a loaf of bread from the bakers. In front of me, a family group of four: Mum, Dad, son and daughter. Mum and Dad looked like they may be suffering the excesses of the previous night.
Dad: ...so you have to choose one thing.
Daughter: (constantly through the discussion) Cake! I’m having cake!
Son: I don’t know...
Dad: But you’ve been saying sausage roll the whole way here.
Son: But now I don’t know.
Daughter: (happily) Cake! Cake! Cake!
Son: I might have cake...
Dad: But you don’t want cake. You want a sausage roll.
Mum: Let him have what he wants.
Son: Can I have both?
Dad: No! Only one thing.
Son: (looking around as if for help from a third party) ...I don’t know!
Daughter: Cake! Cake! Cake!
Son: (about to start crying) I don’t know!
Dad: But you said last night you wanted sausage rolls!
Son: (beginning to cry) I don’t know...
I nearly bought him the cake myself.
Dad: ...so you have to choose one thing.
Daughter: (constantly through the discussion) Cake! I’m having cake!
Son: I don’t know...
Dad: But you’ve been saying sausage roll the whole way here.
Son: But now I don’t know.
Daughter: (happily) Cake! Cake! Cake!
Son: I might have cake...
Dad: But you don’t want cake. You want a sausage roll.
Mum: Let him have what he wants.
Son: Can I have both?
Dad: No! Only one thing.
Son: (looking around as if for help from a third party) ...I don’t know!
Daughter: Cake! Cake! Cake!
Son: (about to start crying) I don’t know!
Dad: But you said last night you wanted sausage rolls!
Son: (beginning to cry) I don’t know...
I nearly bought him the cake myself.