I didn't physically hurt him or anything. I just stared at him hard and long:
Of course not!
Me thinks that little monkey known as B boy won't be repeating that question any time soon.
Although he's not the only one causing trouble at the moment. The Universe appears to be conspiring against me, since I also had to endure my just-born-yesterday eldest son going to a disco last night.
That's right, baby Christopher even showered, picked out a cool shirt, fixed up his hair with gel AND chose a leather necklace to wear, before he ran out the door on his way to the school to party all school night long.
I'm pretty sure there were no grade 5 discos in the olden days. Not that I'd know anything about that...