As if you need more evidence...

...that he's my son. Here's the conversation at the breakfast table this morning.

Rune (in norwegian): "Ole, let's go on a bike ride."
Ole (in english and whining): "Noooooooooo. I don't want to."
Rune (in norwegian): "Why not? What do you want to do?"
Ole (in english and still whining): "I want to go buy something. I want to buy a new toy."
Me (whispering to rune): "That's my boy."
Rune (in english and sounding horrified): "Yes...he sure is."