“I really hope we make pancakes at school today,” said Belle as we walked to school this morning.
“We did already make pancakes though,” I pointed out, “I was up early making the batter remember?”*
“Yes, but I didn’t do any of the making. You did the batter, and you cooked them, and you even put the fillings in.”
“You did the chewing though,” I said, “and that’s one of the most crucial bits.”
“It’s not really making though is it?” argued Belle. “If anything I unmade them.”
Fair point. We walked along for a bit in chummy silence.
This is not a pancake. I had a picture of pancakes yesterday. This is a mojito. Much tastier.
“Mummy,” says Belle, (why do they do that? I was the only person there, and we were already having a conversation), “are you giving anything up for lent?”
“No,” I said, “I don’t believe in God. Are you?”
“Yes, I was going to give up wearing my watch in bed.”
Hmmm… I’m not sure she was really grasping the whole concept. “I think the idea is to deprive yourself of something isn’t it?”
“I know. I really like wearing my watch in bed.”
Can’t argue with that can you?
*Yes, you did read that right, I got up early to make pancake batter. Not my usual parenting style but you have to make the effort now and again.