The joys of parenting

He must think my head buttons up the back! There I was this morning sitting on the downstairs loo (TMI) when I heard this conversation:

Anna: Léon, could you pass me the Frosties?
Silence.
Anna: Léon, could you pass me the Frosties?
Silence.
Anna: Léééééon, could you pass me the Frosties?
Silence.
Anna: Léééééon, Léééééon, Léééééon Waaaaaaaah, could you pass me the Frosties? Waaaaaaaaah!
Silence.

I go through. Anna is sitting on the near side of the table holding a bowl and a spoon. Léon is sitting on the far side of the table eating a bowl of Frosties, grinning. The packet of Frosties is on the chair beside Léon, pushed as far as humanly possible from Anna's reach.

Me: Why are you hiding the Frosties?
Léon: (innocently) Oh these? How was I supposed to know she wanted them?

Honestly! What perverse pleasure do little people get out of winding at 8-15am? And how thick does he think I am?! I'm an older sibling too, for crying out loud! Wouldn't it be nice to get a day off from parenting just once in a while? - sigh :-(