Wednesday, February 23, 2011

The Wednesday night biscuit capitulation

Beloved: I want some biscuits.

Prudence: If you hadn't gobble-gutsed all your biscuits, you could have had some. I'll share my peaches with you.

Beloved: (in a slightly whiney voice) I don't want a peach, I want biscuits!

Prudence: (with exaggerated calm) You promised to make a packet last all week, and you scoffed them all three days in. You've only yourself to blame.

Beloved: (with a trace of triumph) I didn't promise, I had my fingers crossed.

At which Prudence had to concede defeat and Beloved went off to the supermarket to buy TWO packets of biscuits.

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