Midi Minx stared at me solemnly at dinner.
“Mummy, I know how Jesus died”, she said, head downcast, eyes like deep pools.
“Oh?” I said warily. I’ve been trapped in conversations like this with my minxes a fair few times before.
She stretched her arms out in a crucifix. “He was pinned to a signpost”.
I’m still dying here. Can barely type through tears…