Isla: Mum, you ran OVER my Bugles!
(We have graduated from Mummy/Mumma to plain Mum when she’s pissed at me.)
Me: I’m sorry, does that really um, grind your gears?
Me: Never mind.
Isla: I’m still hungry.
Me: I’ll fix you a plate. You better eat what I give you. (Ham, grapes that I thought were olives, and raspberries.)
Me, again: Isla, c’mere and get your deconstructed sandwich.
Isla: That’s not a sandwich.
Me: Hence the word ‘deconstructed’.
P.S. She ate a lot today. Most of it was healthy. Don’t write letters.
More about my sandwich artistry can be found here.