Previously referred to as 'Tired Mam' (she never liked the name) Their Mother is prattling-on about something or other. I'm at work and my head has not room for whatever she is saying so I make appropriate noises.
Their Mother: …oh and Favourite Daughter says she doesn't want you ever to have a girlfriend.
I start paying attention.
TM: Yes. EVER. I think she's a bit jealous.
Pre-emptively. Of nothing.
Me: Ok. Well. Tell her. Fine, just so long as she never gets a boyfriend.
TM: [away from the phone’s mouthpiece] Daddy says that’s OK so long as you never have a boyfriend.
There is some talk in the background. A boy’s name is mentioned.
Me: HE TOLD HER TO HER FACE HE DIDN’T LOVE HER!
Favourite Daughter is eight years old.
Their Mother comes back on the phone.
TM: I think she’s still holding out some hope.
Me: Christ. Well is it a deal or what?
TM: Hang on.
There is some mumbling in the background. I hear Favourite Daughter saying ‘Kaaaay’ in a distracted manner.
Me: We’ll see.
All in all, I am perfectly happy with this agreement. Based on recent experience I'm confident I shan't have any trouble holding-up my end of the bargain.
Although I'm not so confident about hers.