Dreamy

This handsome dude Madeleine's dance teacher at her weekly performance class. We chat for a bit about Madeleine and hair gel.

Madeleine performs a series of vignettes culminating in a rousing "Saturday Night Fever" with disco choreography. She points to the invisible disco ball as though she were Travolta himself. The auditorium filled with thrilled parents - our little darlings dancing like adults! - and afterwards awards presented and candy bars handed round. On the way home a grumpy Eitan realises Madeleine wearing his blue blazer and slacks and makes a stink about it until I suggest Madeleine return the suit so I can put him in a tie and take photographs. That shuts him up quickly. Instead the poor boy has an afternoon of chores.

Eitan: "It is so unfair that I always have to do chores."

Me: "If you don't do them, then I do."

Eitan: "What's your point?"

Me: "Look, you can do the backyard. Or I can give you a consequence."

Eitan: "I'll take the consequence."

Me: "Fine. You are now doing the front yard as well."

Me: "Do any other kids in your class do chores?"

Eitan: "No."

Me: "Do any kids on your football team do chores?"

Eitan: "No."

Me: "Are you good at math?"

Eitan:

Me: "Are you one of the best footballers on your team?"

Eitan: "Yeah, so?"

Me: "Two words: Karate Kid."

Eitan: "You are so annoying."