The Boss

I’m a fast walker.  I travel when I walk. I don’t perambulate.  I don’t stroll.  I never saunter.  I journey.  And so it’s rare that I overhear conversations.  I catch a phrase – discombobulated – hold onto it for a second, but invariably let it go, because usually, it’s senseless.  There was, however, one gem occasion, paces away from my house, where I journeyed through an entire, succinct exchange between father and (let’s say 4 year old) son.  Verbatim:

Son: Are you the big boss now, dad?

Father: Yes son. Yes I am.

Son: Are you going to fire him dad.

Father (with magnanimous, affected regret): Yes son – SIGH – I’m afraid I am.

Son: Are you going to BATTER him, dad?

Shouldn’t let your kids watch Eastenders.