This morning I asked a simple, small favour of my beloved eight year old son.
Whoops. Sorry, eight and a half year old son.
Something like “Can you please move out of the way?” or “Can you open the door for me please?”
Ever the smartarse – he must have been speaking to his father earlier, coz he was in fine form this morning, also – he replied with “No. What have you ever done for me?”
Hmmm, let me count the ways.
“Gee, um, I was about to go and make your lunch like I do every morning, but I can just not.”
“And, given I make you lunch every morning, what have you ever done for me?”
“Well. I eat the lunch you make every day.”
Fairy nuff, too, then.