On my third trip into town today (on my son’s behalf) this was our conversation:
Ming: You must feel really honoured to know me.
Me: WHAT did you say? [I was negotiating a difficult bit of road work, having forgotten my moonglasses]
Ming: Well you’ve known me since you had me, so you’ve seen me from the beginning.
Me: Your delusions of grandeur are really starting to irritate me, Ming.
Ming: No, Mum, all I mean is that you’ve known me from beginning to end.
Me: When is the end though?
Anyway, the conversation got a bit philosophical/hysterical after that. Nevertheless, I dropped the brat off for a concert and on my third trip home I thought of how Anthony waved to us today after our visit.
Me: Why are you giving me a wave like the Queen does?
Anthony: Because, my darling, I am royal.
Is arrogance genetic?