Where's my mojo?

As you've probably realised I've been suffering from a lack of inspiration for things to write recently. Our life is quite quiet at the moment and whilst I've drafted some stuff, in the cold light of the following day the ideas seemed tame and uninteresting, even to me, so I'm sorry and will try harder. In the meantime here's a supposed true story that tickled me.

A small boy is sent to bed by his father.

Five minutes later.....'Da-ad....'

'What?'

'I'm thirsty. Can you bring a drink of water?'

'No, You had your chance. Lights out.'

Five minutes later: 'Da-aaaad.....'

'WHAT?'

'I'm THIRSTY. Can I have a drink of water??'

'I told you NO! If you ask again, I'll have to smack you!!'

Five minutes later......'Daaaa-aaaad.....'

'WHAT!'

'When you come in to smack me, can you bring a drink of water?'