The other day, whilst his father was at work, Elliot ran across the length of the house, flung himself onto the living room table and began to wail.
"Waah, waaaah." He cried. His mother, always there for him, gently and lovingly asked him what the matter was. In return, the bright young boy lifted his head, turned to face her and gleefully reported that he was only "joking".
What a funny son we have.