Today my eldest Maxi Minx declared:
“I think we should leave Santa a tangerine instead of mince pies and whisky on Christmas Eve. If he eats any more mince pies, he’ll be as fat as you, Mummy!”
For what it’s worth, I am a comfortable 10st 7 and a dress size 14 – a chubster to be sure, but hardly zeppelin size! I simply nodded seriously and agreed.
This afternoon, watching me carefully decant some stout into a home-made steak pie (yep, I even made flaky pastry from scratch and seasoned chunks of beef):
“Wow, Mummy, that looks just like poison!”
All said with huge, innocent, guileless green eyes. Aren’t 4 year olds wonderful?!