'Dinner's ready!' I called up to Younger Son.
He came down into the kitchen and looked at his plate, piled high with Welsh lamb chops, broccoli, carrots and peas. He didn't say anything.
We took our plates into the dining-room and sat at the table. At last he could hold it back no longer. 'This is the most boring dinner I have ever seen.'
'We're supposed to be on a diet; it's good for you.'
'Look at it! It's boring!'
And then I said it: 'Think of the starving children in Africa!'
He looked at me and shook his head sadly.
I said, 'Um, I've left you some chocolate cake ...'