"But I had ramen earlier, I'm not hungry, mum." your 13 year old son whined, begrudgingly taking a seat at the dinner table, where you, Simon and his sister sat.

"Oi, yer mum got 'ome from work and made dinner for all of us, y' better eat it, boy." Simon grunted, busy shovelling food into his face like a starved man.

"Fiiine, dad." he scoffed, shoving the vegetables on his plate around, only taking small bites of the chicken and bread.

".. can you atleast take the broccs off, dad?" he pleaded, so Simon displeasedly took his plate and shifted the green veg onto his own plate, and continued eating again.

"Cheeky bugger." Simon muttered under his breath, cheeks full of food.