Rockstar and his friends occasionally sit and read Geronimo Stiltons at break, sometimes in holes or under tables, and recently have been seriously striving for the next new book to bring in and share, because they're running out...
Given the kids' school bags are heavy enough as is, I didn't get him two of the big, much thicker hard cover volumes, but he occasionally brings newly published soft cover ones for those of his friends who like them...
Rockstar: I'm sooo excited (Friend Who Apparently Reads These Things Every Lunchtime) and I will be reading the very latest book at break. <pause> I should probably not tell him I have the other one as well, right? It'd make him sad?
Me: Dude. That's really nice of you. I'm so proud -
Miss overhears, and not to be outdone:
Miss: <authoritatively> I know how you can make him sad.
Me: Uh -
Miss: You can hit him!
Miss: You can use the book, Ko-ko!
Me: Sometimes it's hard to believe you two are related.
Rockstar: <mutters, seriously irritated> I don't know what happened to you, Mum (when you had the Miss)...
(Have to qualify, she does deliberately say provocative things like that to get a rise out of Rockstar.... or me...)