My son and heir is sitting on the toilet, nonchalantly peeing into the air and forming a puddle on the bathroom floor.
He looks up, seemingly surprised by my angry tone of voice, then he regains his composure and asks,
“Mummy, do you want to kill me?”
I think what gives it away is my failure to reply immediately.
“How would you like to kill me mummy?”
I decide it’s probably best to say nothing and clean the bathroom floor instead.