Over dinner

So, at the dinner table last night I happened to say something a little sarcastic about a certain politician.

"Who’s he?", says the good lady.

"A Labour MP", says I.

"What did you say? Who’s he?", says my six year old boy quite rightly wondering why I should be speaking so unkindly about someone he has never met.

So, my good lady goes into one about how these politicians run the country and how normal people decide who should be in charge every now and again.

"Pah", says the boy, "the police should be in charge."

And there it is. From infant to Home Secretary in an instant.