‘What are you doing?’ I ask, surprised. ‘I’m opening them.’ ‘They’re for Harry,’ I say, aware I sound rather childish. ‘I know,’ he answers, continuing to twist, still not taking his eyes from mine. ‘Don’t open them, Alex, I’m warning you…’ I say, joking, but wishing he’d take the hint and put them back in the carrier bag. ‘I’m going to give them to him tomorrow.’ Alex twists once more. ‘He likes… Smarties,’ I say desperately, as he twists harder and pulls the lid off the tub. ‘So do I.’ He throws his head back and pours the brightly coloured chocolate sweets into his mouth.
What a lack of respect.... Red flag
