Special Dinner

Sofia

 

I collected you from child care.

 

On the way home you asked 'Can I have some-fing to eat please mummy?'

 

'But I've cooked you a special dinner.'

Your face lights up. I watch in the rear view mirror. 'A special dinner? A pink dinner?'

 

A pink dinner. If only I'd thought of that.

 

'No, darling, not a pink dinner', I lamented. For the lentil and vegetable curry with yoghurt I'd prepared certainly wasn't pink - but it was still special.

 

'Mmmm, tasty mummy' you said rubbing your tummy. 'Thanks for cooking mummy'.

 

I still don't know who taught you to say that but you often thank the chef at meal times. It warms my heart. 'You're welcome' I say.

 

'You're welcome mummy' you respond. I smile, you still don't understand the etiquette of giving thanks and receiving a 'You're welcome' in return. But it's so endearing that I don't bother correcting you and we return to the business of spooning yoghurt onto the curry and enjoying our dinner.