In public, the kid is far too reserved to try such a stunt. Around family, though, his true nature shines through. And by "family," I have to include the Kiwi Hasbeens, of course. We were at their house for a spur-of-the-moment barbecue. Stuffed to the gills, we were sitting around chatting about this and that after the younger kids had gone off to play.
Eldest sat on the outskirts of the adult circle, whinging from time-to-time that he wanted to be a part of the conversation. And so he joined in.
I really shouldn't be this proud, should I?