Best not to argue.

Our bank keeps ringing with ‘courtesy calls’. We’ve had 5 so far, and for some reason they don't want to talk to me, they want to talk to Thor. No, not particularly courteous, I know. I've been fobbing them off as I know that he really, really hates quasi- telemarketers. As I hung up today, I didn’t realize that my paltry excuses were being critiqued….

Jasper- who’s away a lot? (I'd told the lovely Indian bank person that my husband was away a lot, so it would be best for all involved if they stopped ringing.)
Me- Nothing. Don’t worry. (I dont know why I bother with this line of escape- it never works. He’s like a bloody steel trap)
J- Who isn’t here?
Me- Don't worry about it Honey.
At this, Captain Sparky-Pants gets off the sofa and comes over to me. He is not to be fobbed off.
Me-Daddy. Daddy is away at work all day, and he isn't here.
J-My Daddy?
Me- Yes.
J- Where is he going? Why is he going to be away a lot??
Lip trembles....(He's not really that fragile, he's just got a cold and he had been awake since 4am. So had (have) I for that matter).

Point is, there is a point when you realise that you are no longer free to discuss anything you want in your own house. There is a point when a little person will begin to question anything and everything that you say. That point was actually 6 months ago, but I've been slow to adapt....

And, if anyone wants a heads up, don't try to convince a three year old that rabbits do not, in fact, lay eggs. They won't believe you and it will just end badly.