Three weeks is an awfully long time for a six-year-old. It’s practically eternity. And when all your big brothers and sisters are allowed goodies and you’re not…well, life’s just plain hard. There’s been a few sad puppy dog expression, but he’s been taking it well all things considered.
When he’d finished his mouthful, he informed me with a very serious expression, ‘It’s a really good thing Dad’s not here. If he saw me eating this, I’d be a gonner.’
‘You’d be a gonner, huh?’ I said.
Matthew nodded and took another giant mouthful of Vegemite toast. ‘Yup.’
Ahh…little brothers. What would we do without them?
xx The Girl in Trousers