We had a birthday in our household last week.
that a surprise visit for tea/dinner whatever
you want to call an evening meal,
would be appropriate.
no expense was to be spared.
Then the inevitable discussion began about who was ‘Favourite Son’.
So it went…No. 1 declared he was, because his flowers were better.
No 2 countered with ‘I got Mum’s favourite colour”
No 1, found some of the favourite colour in his bunch,
and reclaimed his perch.
Honestly! It was like I was back in a Grade 2 class…
No. 2 pointed out that he had provided
the favourite colour ribbon and ‘…I tied it myself…’
So that makes me ‘Favourite Son.’
I have to add that MGW had been in bed
for half an hour when this comment was made.
Now, for one final detail. After nearly thirty years
I would have said MGW’s favourite colour was black.
Again I am just hanging in and that’s all.