Took Daisy up to playgroup today. She ignored the mayhem of 12 other children crashing about and played quite happily by herself in the Wendy House arranging and rearranging cooking pots and play food in the toy kitchen.
"Me making pancakes," she announced.
She held up a miniture toy tin of dog food: "Apple sauce."
"Why has it got a picture of a dog on it?" I asked.
There was a long pause as she looked at the tin.