My son is holding forth at the kitchen table. He says lasagne is A-tier, but spaghetti and meatballs are B. My wife and I had entered this conversation ambivalently, but things get heated when he declares bangers and mash to be C-tier at best.
He’s taken to ranking everything in lists, a practice he’s borrowed from his favourite YouTubers and is now applying offline to every object, animal and phenomenon he can think of. Right now it’s ‘dinners’, but he’s done dozens this week – ‘animals’, ‘dinosaurs’, ‘modes of transport’, ‘local dogs’ – and attempted to do ‘family members’ before we stopped him.
