IT'S official. The way to a man's heart IS through his stomach, as I found out last night.
Sat watching television together, the boy and I saw an advert for a programme featuring two sweet-looking pensioners, still in love after centuries of marriage.
"I hope we grow old together," I said in a rare moment of tenderness - usually we are too busy thumping, tickling or jestfully being mean to one another.
The boy pondered this for a moment and agreed.
"Me too," he replied. I beamed, before he added, "imagine how good a cook you will be by then."
Do you agree? Let me know...