current mood: cheerful
Sophie is smart for a just turned two year old.
She asked for a biscuit. I gave her one. Having got lucky the first time she decided to up the stakes and demanded two!
"OK," I said. I took the biscuit back and, turning round slightly so she couldn't see, broke it in half. I turned back round, handed the pieces to her and said, brightly "There, two biscuits!"
She examined them intently, frowning. Then she fixed me with a baleful glare and announced the verdict.
"That's one!" she said, her voice loaded with barely disguised contempt.
I gave in. I gave her another biscuit for being so clever.
She paused momentarily then gazed up at me.