Niamh told me about a conversation she overheard in the car today.
R: Can we watch a film when we get home?
N: If you’ve been good.
R: Oh yes, we’ve been good boys and girls haven’t we Hannah?
R: Yes, good boys AND girls. (Exasperated)
H: You’re a boy Rory… you’re MY boy.
R: Yes, I’m your boy Hannah. (Again, exasperated)
How cute! The forced friendship has blossomed! And it was good of Rory to humour my little clingy kiddo.