When I was little (and it really wasn’t all that long ago!) trips to a café with my Mum were few and far in between and when we did, I used to share half of her toasted fruit teacake and be allowed to finish off her cup of coffee which was normally thick and sickly sweet full of undissolved sugar. Mmmm nice. Thanks Mum 😉
Imagine what my little three year old babyccino swigging friend would make of that? Anything less than an espresso cup of foam and sprinkles and a Loacker wafer on the side and I think she would be straight on her
pink plastic iPhone to report me to social services.
Last week we were out and about and as we headed into our usual coffee house haunt she stopped dead in her tracks.
“Mummy, that lady is sitting in our seat. Tell her, Mummy! TELL HER!”
It seems that she can be very loud when she wants to be. And has also perfected the art of pointing fingers at chair stealing women.
I, on the other hand quickly learnt how to smile apologetically at the bemused chair stealing women and offered up half of my panini as a consolation prize to my little dictator for not getting the best seat in the house.
I fear I may have created a monster. I just honestly cannot think where she gets it from *cough*