'Oh me-anne!' Max says when I ask him to wash his hands. 'Oh me-anne!' he says when I tell him his fish fingers must be finished before he can have chocolate cake.
I can't stop myself from repeating it. I don't mean to mock, but oh me-anne, it's pure American drawl coming from our pure English boy.
Apparently Alex says it round the block table at preschool and PJ says it too. That's what I'm told. I smile and think of these three boys in a conference around the duplo.
The language of frustration: 'Oh me-anne!'