The Supper Girl

As I was making myself a nightcap (caffeine-free camomile tea actually) just now, Beth emerged from the bedroom, and giggling, came up to me and announced, "THE SUPPER GIRL IS HERE!"

This was a follow-on from our dinner conversation. I had chided her for her bad habit of not finishing her meal and afterwards begging for supper/tea. Here she was again, asking for her fave: bread with Nutella, at 10.42 pm! (We bought a loaf of thick sliced white sandwich bread from Safeway yesterday and I have to admit it's the best of the lot so far - thick, chewy, and it doesn't flake when you try to spread stuff on it. There's just a coupla slices left now.)

I ragged Beth about turning into a pumpkin (the term my mum used when she somehow got wind of Beth's new eating habits) and said I'd have to put her out in the garden with Scottie. Another fit of giggling and "tsk!" (one of a long list of disapproving expressions she likes to use).