but he's still healthy enough. The ribs he blew were the treat he might otherwise have earned.
Yup, tonight his room had reverted to it's normal aspect; somewhere between petrie dish for bacterial growth and the perfect illustration of entropy.
Thus ensued a scene that was rather less ennobling than usual. Knowing that he had blown his ribs he chose to take the truculent route. A difficult situation for a step-dad. It came as no suprise that Mum was more on his side than mine...
But we agreed a long time ago that we'd resolve those conflicts of opinion out of the kids sight; and so it was tonight.
So now we're back to scratch. A good thing I'm a stubborn bastard!