Monday 30th May 2011
“Daddy, have we got a starter for dinner tonight?” He asked as I was washing his hair.
“What do you mean?”
“Are we having a starter with our dinner today?” He continued.
“No, but I’m sure I could find something if you wanted me to.”
“Yeah, can you make a starter?”
“I don’t know what I’ve got…” I said. “…But I’m sure I could find something, salad or something.”
“No, I don’t want salad. If you make salad, I definitely won’t eat it.” He told me indignantly.
“Why what do you want then? I don’t know if I’ve got anything else.”
“No, I want something like a digestive with cheese on top or something like that.” He described.
“We haven’t got any digestives. But I’ll find something.” I told him.
“Ok…” He said “…Just don’t make it salad.” He called after me.
Mum was very impressed.
“Zephy, you eat like a king.” She said.