The first time . . .

Kit falsified his first set of results today! I'm so proud!

It was the second day of term today, and Kit realised that the homework he had been given at the end of last term hadn't actually, in so many words, not to put too fine a point on it, been done. It was a survey of the family's eating habits. So my normal morning routine (shouting, a quick game of hunt-the-book-bag, shouting, realising that the shirt I have just put on might not, in the more rarified echelons of civilisation, pass for - well, clean - and deciding I don't give a damn, yelling,brushing Sid's hair (aaw!) and some more shouting) was made infinitely more enjoyable by Kit hurling personal-bordering-on-the-downright-invasive questions at my head. HOW MANY PIECES OF FRUIT DO I EAT A DAY! HOW MUCH EXERCISE DO I TAKE! WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME I HAD A BOWEL MOVEMENT! OK, I made that last one up.

Daddy had, of course, long since departed for the hurly-burly of the Big City, and was therefore unavailable for comment. So Kit Made It Up. 'I just pretended to be Daddy', he said, so proud of his own ingenuity in finding a way to present a complete set of data.

I just thought - I have no idea if he sought responses from Beri or Sid, and if he did, what on earth they said! Hmm - I wonder if his data-gathering model allows for the possible skewing of data based on the - let's say, different priorities - of a four- and a three- year old.