Tea Is For Tracey

“Want a cup of tea?” Tracey asked me. We were both sitting at our computers ‘working’.

“Yeah,” I said.

“Me too,” said Tracey. “Don’t forget to sugar mine.”

Sadly, my quick witty retort which I was in the middle of making up didn’t get to make the journey out of my mouth because suddenly we had company.

“Alright, that’s enough of this,”  Tracey said to Master8, who’d appeared at our door for the third time with, it seemed, nothing more than a pressing need to gaze upon our faces. “You come out of your room again and you’re losing Minecraft for the weekend,”

Before I continue, I’d like to point out that I am usually 100% behind my wife on these sorts of things. However…

“No, no, no, no, no,” I said, spinning around in my chair to face my wife and middle child. “No,” I assured Master8, “you won’t. Now go to bed and don’t come back out.”

I mean, some punishments are just too horrible to contemplate. And I hadn’t even done anything wrong!

Tracey shot me a half quizzical, half threatening sort of a look. You know the type where the eyebrows are raised so high they count as a fringe.

Tracey had forgotten she’s to be away all weekend, spending time chatting and exchanging ideas with a group of photographers while I’m at home alone, without the car, and with all five of our little kids.

“Please, don’t,” I said, “take away my main bargaining chips for a whole weekend and then bugger off to the coast. I mean, who are you trying to punish, them or me?”

“Oh, yeah,” laughed Tracey. “Now make me a cup of tea.”

“No.”

“Make me a cup of tea or by the time you come home from work tomorrow I’ll have banned everything from the tv to ipods to xbox and even the board games.”

She wouldn’t do that, would she? Our eyes locked for a couple of seconds while I weighed things up.

“Three sugars or four?” I asked her.

“Three,” she said. “I’m sweet enough.”

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