They have found a new ability to argue even with the lack of things to argue about.

We can now argue about the staff’s gender at McDonalds drive through.

I order their food at the little microphone box, I make my way to window two and they start.

George wants the employee to be a boy, Peony wants to be served by a girl.

Even when we are at that window two and we can clearly see the gender of the disheartened individual they argue. Peony will say, "Yey, it’s a girl!" and George will say, "No, it’s a boy."

I’m dying at this point, just wanting to pay and move to window three where we can do it all again.

The girl was a girl whom for a child it could be deemed as difficult to determine gender, especially in a very generic uniform.

So there I am putting my pin in as quickly as I possibly can because George is, obstinately or not, shouting, ‘Yey, it’s a boy, see it’s a boy’!!!

I just needed the world to swallow me up at this point.

Should I have apologised, or do what I did?

Totally ignore my children, fight the urge to say lets get you back to your mummy and drive away as fast as I could -- Well, drive to window three, that is, where the whole bloody saga started again!