Perhaps She Wouldn't!A Sunday morning, about 6AM. Our daughter, two years old, climbs into bed. It is autumn, and rather cold out. As she gets in, and lifts the duvet, a draft wafts through the bed. My wife, a teacher, who likes to sleep in at the weekends, without opening her eyes, or turning towards us, with the mearest hint of an absolute directive, comes up with; "Perhaps Jenny would like to go downstairs now, watch early morning TV?". It is not really a question.
Before I can come up with a suitable responce - I'm proper tired too - Jenny, in her gorgeous squeaky voice, retorts; "Perhaps she wouldn't" !