Who ate all the pie?

Before he headed off to rugby training, Andy was telling me he'd got a pie for his lunch from the shop near the school. I may have cast doubt on its quality.

"Actually dad," he said, "it wasn't half bad."

Quick as a flash, in true dad-gag fashion, I asked if that meant it was wholly bad.

"No need to bring religion into it," he replied, even quicker than a flash.

Oh, the banter.