Here’s the conversation every morning in our house:
Me (exasperated face): “Dan, you’re on that screen again”.
Dan: “But I read all morning before I came on here”.
Me: “Did you really? Or are you sassing me?”
Dan: “No I did. Really I did. I read for like an hour and then came down and put the Xbox on”.
Me: “An hour? Just how early did you get up?”
Dan: “Early enough to do both”.
He says the last sentence with his trademark grin. The one he knows totally wins me over every single time.
But here’s the thing. He’s a really good kid. I have nothing to grumble about.
Because he does read every morning and he does help out around the house and he helps his sister with her homework (if she’ll allow him) and if I ask him to turn the Xbox off and come and help me with something, he absolutely will.
So I have no problem with him plugging himself in and zoning out for an hour or so.
If only to see that face. Look at that face. That’s an ‘I’m about to score the winning goal in my Fifa 14 football match’ face!