F [my 6 year old stepson]: I got them in LONDON! [the venue for one of the 6 holidays his mother has taken him on so far this year]
Me: Wow, cool.
F: You don't like places like London. That's why you're called Tuftycat Cottage. You just like cottagey places.
Me: Who says that? [Knowing full well who said it; his horrible, nasty-piece-of-work big sister]
F: Ummmm.... anyway... what do you want for Christmas, Tuftycat?
Me: Oh, I don't know...
F: How about a voucher towards a holiday in Tenerife? [the venue for another of his 6 holidays so far this year]
Me: Well that's very kind of you but no thanks darling.
F: Why not?
Me: It's just not really my sort of place.
F: I know! How about London? You would like London! It is really good, Tuftycat!
Me: I have been to London before, you know, F.
F: [puffing chest out because he's been TWICE!] How many times?
Me: Well, I used to have a job that meant going to London twice a week. There are 52 weeks in a year, and I worked there for 4 years. So that would be at least 416 times, not counting all the times I've been for fun.
It really shouldn't feel that good to get one-up on a 6 year old, but the look on his face was priceless.
