At the supermarket (the one in the shopping centre with the toy shop where we were picking up something for a birthday party because somehow or other my brain remembered that the party is tomorrow morning at ten am so last minute shopping would involve getting up extra early), I was standing slightly bamboozled about what to buy for tea, because I do most of my shopping at the Central Market, so rarely shop at supermarkets anymore, when I hit upon an idea.

“Let’s have fish fingers!” I said.

And my boy said “what are they?”

And right in front of a woman who was very well dressed and hadn’t had to say, not even once, ‘pleeeeease stand still, I’m trying to think’ to her little girl.

Bless.

So when we got out of the supermarket I said to my boy “do you want an ice cream?”.

And he looked at me sideways, before he said “yes”.