"Look, Georgie, it's smoking, but without lung cancer," he announced. "Pop the frozen stick yoghurts into your mouth and they smoke," whereupon he demonstrated with some strawberry-flavoured desserts. "See?"
Unimpressed, George said, "That's steam, not smoke. For sissies."
Albert placed two more into the corner of his mouth. "You talking to me?" he asked, de-Niro-style.
"Yup. You, sissie-boy."
"Fine – I love them," Albert said. "Mummy said share them but I'll eat them all now. You blew your chance. Tough."
"Wahhh! Mummy!" George yelled.