Little Fish has her priorities straight. Shopping today, we bought a muffin. The cashier handed this straight to Little Fish, in a nice paper bag. Little Fish tucked her muffin in its bag under her arm and cradled it with both hands. We bumped into another pupil wearing school uniform and chatted for a bit. Well, other child, parent and myself chatted. Little Fish guarded her muffin "that my cake". We talked about names, classes, medical appointments (took a long time to make the coffee apparently). And Little Fish answered all questions with a suspicious look at the other child, a tighter grip on her bag and a repeated "That MY cake". Drinks sorted, we went our separate ways. I had to leave Little Fish on the pavement and move our van in order to fold out her ramp. This is usually a cue for her to panic and scream and sob, causing many people to rush to her rescue and glare at me accusingly. I not entirely sure what they expect me to do about it - fold the ramp down onto the bonnet of the car behind in retaliation for not leaving the space perhaps? Or lift small child (not a problem) and large
Got home and she collected her cake in its bag from its car seat. And clutched it to her, demanding dinner. Ate her dinner, leaving cake untouched in its bag. Refused her pudding and clutched her bag to her. Fell asleep (early) this evening, exhausted from her day and full of broccoli casserole.
Readers, I have eaten her cake (and very good it was too).