So there we were having a little Friday half term morning at Nanny’s house (just the girls – the boy wasn’t allowed to come because of his new found love of spitting…..) and pancakes were deemed to be the order of the day.
We made the batter and heated the pan. The eldest child was standing on a chair next to the cooker watching.
Eldest: Can I make them Nanny?
Me: No the pan is very hot and we don’t want to end up at the hospital for the rest of the morning.
Eldest: Oooooohhhhhh pleeeeeeease
Me: No. I’ll do them. And anyway the first one is always a bit of a disaster while we get the pan to the right heat.
Long pause. Considered look sideways at me
Eldest: Well. Mummy’s are never a disaster….
I managed to fight the urge to push her off the chair.