Birthdays

Honey is 8 on Monday. He has ambitious plans. These include a visit to a theme park, and multiple parties with different configurations of friends and family. He wants a guitar so that he can have lessons and be part of a famous rock band. He'd also like a mountain bike so that he can be the coolest, fastest boy on the block. I love his boundless enthusiasm. His imagination makes a huge, optimistic and guileless leap; transcending money, talent and luck.
The countdown to his birthday began at the weekend, when Honey worked out how many sleeps and days until the big day. I noticed that he's been careful to contain his enthusiasm, to periods when Roo hasn't been around. Sweet-Pea ever sharp, remarked on this.
'Why haven't you told dad that it's your birthday soon?'
Honey replied:
'Well, he'll go on about it, and on, and make a fuss.'
Sweet-Pea pondered this:
'Well, if you keep going on I'll tell him'
Things deteriorated at this point, involving further threats and fists. However, the irony was not lost, that whilst it's permissable for a 7 year old to 'go on and on', it's unacceptable, and intensely annoying when it's your dad.