A couple of years ago, my son H8 asked me, in a thoughtful way:
“Dad, what is your favourite bar?”
I was sort of taken aback by the question, but I decided to be honest and give it some serious thought.
“Well now,” I said, “that’s a tough one. There’s a lot of bars that I like, but the one I probably prefer in the Bishop’s Arms. They have lots of interesting beer, and they are very friendly and you can just go in and read the newspaper and have a beer after a day in town and nobody will look at you funny. So I would say that my favourite bar is in fact the Bishop’s Arms.”
H8 looked at me curiously and said: “Dad…I meant chocolate bar.”
And I smiled dumbly, realising once again that kids and grown-ups don’t really share the same priorities in life. Which is probably for the best.