Me: “Miles, why are we having so much trouble with dinner tonight?”
Miles: “Because I’m relunctable.”
Me: “Do you mean reluctant?”
Miles: “Yes Daddy, I’m relunctable because I don’t want to eat any.”
Music: Robert Wyatt :: Born Again Cretin
Tilting at windmills for a better tomorrow.
I am going to try to work “relunctable” into a sentence today.
Perhaps he’d be happier eating it with a runcible spoon?
Dan must be a parent,