Being a Kid

He told me about the night he crept out of bed when he was supposed to be asleep and found his dad making sprinkle toast in the kitchen. His mum was watching TV, so he and his dad had a secret sprinkle toast feast before he went back to bed. He said if there’s ever a war and the soldiers come to raid his house, he’s going to get an axe, make a hole in the floor and hide out underneath his house, eating sprinkle sandwiches while he waits to come out. That’s how simple things are when you’re nine years old.