“I’ve never felt this before, and I know that I mess up sometimes, but you need to know that I’m always happy with you,” he says affectionately. “Not always. What about last Friday when I was wrapping presents, and inadvertently sliced open the leather sofa with the scissors?” “Even then I was happy.” “And what about when I put diesel in the car, rather than petrol? You didn’t sound very happy then.” “Don’t push it, Dylan. I’m sure everyone’s happiness has a limit.”
