We were just finishing our meat & steamed veg (Little Madam has been doing another healthy eating project at school) when Little Nutter bounced up to me with a book.

“Dory Time!” He announced. “Norby dinner!” and my steak was pushed away from me. I then had to read the story to him one word at a time, with him repeating each word as I pointed to it.

He’s never done anything even remotely like that before. I think it would be churlish of me if I was to complain about my steak going cold.