Emotional Blackmail

So I'm sitting at home thinking that the time has come for me to take a day off.

A quick surf of the world wide internet thingy reveals that Sussex are playing at home this week against Yorkshire and that I could wangle a day off work this Wednesday to go and watch.

I mention this to Mrs B-D, who points out that oldest offspring needs someone to help at Beavers at 6pm this evening and hooray, it's our turn on the parents rota. I 'lovingly' point out that I haven't had more than about two days off this entire year, and that a single day at the cricket isn't the end of the world, and that maybe she could do it...

...at this point, oldest offspring comes out with the following (remember that we are dealing with a 7-year old chlid here):

"Dad, what do you love more, your son or a stupid cricket match?"

Talk about emotional blackmail - where do they learn this stuff??!

I am still trying to work out the answer to his question, of course, but needless to say I went to Beavers that night, and didn't get within a mile of the county ground. Ho Hum...there's always next season, and at least the Albion beat the richest club in the world the vey next day..!!!!!!!!!!!!