You’d been crossing the road, heading towards the park with two ice creams in your hand - one for your son, Adam, and the other for your husband Regulus. You turned the corner just in time to see two year old Adam, who had been wriggling in Regulus' lap, shove a handful of grass in your husband’s mouth. Adam cooed in delight, before toddling over to you in no rush. "Mummy!" He chirped, "I tricked Daddy!" His cherub face was gleeful.

“Adam–” Regulus sputtered around blades of grass, coughing.