Everything I Do, I Do It For You
‘What's that bag doing in the hall?’
‘Nothing, Daddy.’
‘I mean, Why did you leave it there?’
‘I had to leave it somewhere, Daddy.’
‘Is it your gym bag?’
‘Yes.’
‘And are the clothes for washing?’
‘Yes.’
‘So why don't you put the clothes in the washing basket?’
‘Because you always do it for me, Daddy.’
‘Well, I'm not going to do it this time.’
‘You'll see.’
‘And what about that rucksack?’
‘What about it, Daddy?’
‘Well, can't you take it to your bedroom?’
‘What for? I'm going to need it tomorrow.’
‘Do you have an answer for everything, darling?’
‘Yes, Daddy. When will dinner be ready?’
‘Soon. And don't change the subject.’
‘Don't do too much for me. I'm not very hungry. Did you remember to buy Coke?’
‘What about those trainers? Do you have to leave them there?’
‘I always leave them there, Daddy.’
‘Yes, I know. Everybody else leaves their shoes in the shoe cupboard.’
‘Anything else, Daddy?’
‘No, just shoes.’
‘Eh?’
‘Never mind. Just make sure you’ve tidied this all up before Mummy gets home.’
‘When’s Mummy coming home?’
‘About ten.’
‘Oh, we’ve got plenty of time, Daddy! Can you smell something burning?’ . . .