If you can’t trust the cook…
(while eating dinner)
RJ: (after carefully studying his plate for a minute, spears a mushroom on his fork and holds it up) Is this a safe one?
Mom: Yes. It’s definitely safe.
RJ: Well… How do you know?
Mom: Because we bought it at the shops and they only sell edible mushrooms there.
RJ: What kind is it?
Mom: It’s just a normal button mushroom. Eat it!
RJ: (quiet pause) Here Mum, just have a little bite. Tell me what you think.
Mom: No, RJ. I will not be your personal food tester. Five year olds aren’t at risk of assassination.
RJ: (turns to Dad) Dad?
Dad: (sighing) If I must…
(Dad puts the mushroom into his mouth, chews for a moment, then dramatically falls to the floor, clutching throat, moaning, gurgling and convulsing, then becomes still. RJ cheers and starts jumping on his back… until Dad gives in and returns to the table.)
Mom: RJ, sit down and EAT!
Mom: (turning to Dad) Nice example, honey.
Dad: I know, I know. Totally inappropriate… Parenting FAIL, but dramatic overacting WIN!
