Wednesday evening when I got home from work:
ThingOne approaches me, conspiratorially.
"Daddy, on Sunday please can we..."
ThingOne pauses. She turns to her mum.
"Mummy, I've forgotten what time."
Anne whispers "Half past eight."
ThingOne turns back to me.
"Daddy, on Sunday please can we take Mummy breakfast in bed at half past eight because it's Mother's Day?"
I am suspicious. "Did Mummy put you up to this?"
I feel rather bullied.
Anne will probably get her wish, even if she did go about her request in a nerfarious manner. If she's lucky I'll even stop ThingOne and ThingTwo from preparing the breakfast and do it myself.
In retrospect half past eight isn't an unreasonable request. It says something that Anne's dream is to be allowed to sleep in until half past eight, and then be given breakfast.
At what age can kids be trusted to get up by themselves, make their own breakfast and watch The Wide Awake Club, leaving their parents to sleep?