Lunch Date

Today I had a lovely midday meal with my two sons and baby A. It was mostly about J and I, alone (conversation-wise) at a place that he chose, chatting over a burger (him) and a fish sandwich (me). He told me it was rude when I said he could wipe his nose on the already wet napkin and also told me that I could not  leave the empty baby food containers on the table. What a midget. M was at her bff's house. When J complained that he wanted his own play date with said friend, M went cuckoo and said "under no consequences will you ever have a play date with her without me. I can include you in one of mine but you will not exclude me." This kind of reminded me of my little sister as a child complaining "but she's my best friend too. What about my feelings" when I tried to kick her out of the loft I was having a sleepover in.