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I was shopping yesterday with the kids. The younger one (4) was starting to get a bit annoying so I plucked him up and stuck him in the trolley seat. He still fits. Just about. He starts school at the end of this month, so you can imagine he’s not pleased when I do this.

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Anyway, he got over it and soon settled down.

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When we reached the checkout there was a short queue so we found ourselves looking into each other’s eyes. He was laughing quietly to himself as he looked at me.

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“One day you will,” he nodded with a big grin on his face.

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“One day I will what?” I asked him, stumped.

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“One day you will hate me.”
He said it, still nodding and smiling, like he found it a wise and amusing prediction.

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“What!?” I gasped, laughing slightly nervously. “Why would I hate you one day??”

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He paused, then with perfect timing said

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“…because I will be the best gamer.”

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