As my wife and I dropped our son off at school, she handed him his Thomas the Tank Engine lunch-box and kissed him on the forehead, we then watched him as he skipped through the gates with his shirt tails hanging out of his shorts.
“Little idiot,” I muttered.
“You’re always so hard on him,” said my wife.
“Well come on,” I replied, “What kind of example is he setting to the other teachers?”
