Mummy, I want my dinner, now

Then their small son comes and stands before them, chin up, and demands: 'Mummy, I want my dinner, now.'

For once, husband and wife agree. They share one silent thought: Children Must be Disciplined. The capital letters make it sound like a solemn rule from a book on bringing up children.

She looks at her husband; he looks away, leaving it to her. She tells the boy to wait five minutes.

The boy replies that in five minutes he will not be hungry any more. His father secretly admires the boy's logic, and his wife's laughter at it brings them all inside.

The child's logic, and the mother's laughter, end the evening's small quarrel.

The chapter also introduces the limerick: a funny, five-line poem that rhymes AABBA, with a joke in the last line.