"Yes Mr Hippotopamus. Yes Mr Hippotopamus. I will tell mummy that you are coming to supper. Mummy will make fish fingers because I know how much you like them."
I turned to him. "Hey, what's your name little boy?"
He looked up eagerly. "Thomas"
"And who are you talking to Thomas?"
"Mr Hippotopamus. He's my best friend!"
"Yeah? Well, I have an idea. Why don't you tell Mr Hippotopamus that this is a designated Quiet Carriage and you're not permitted to make your call here, okay?"
Cute kid, but a real attitude problem. I find it best to nip that in the bud at an early age.
Unbelievable.
