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Salt ‘n’ pepper
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I hand the 5 year old a Cheestring.
'Salt', she demands.
'It’s a Cheestring, you are not having salt on it.'
'Pepper?'
'Or pepper.'
She eats it with a disgusted face.
'It’s bland. Needs salt ‘n’pepper.'
Later, I hand her a Yakult.
'Salt', she demands.
'It’s a Yakult, you are not having salt in it.'
'Pepper?'
'Or pepper.'
She drinks it with a disgusted face.
'It’s bland. Needs salt ‘n’pepper'.
I hand her a plate of dinner.
'Salt ‘n’ pepper', she demands.
'Fine', I relent.
Bedtime comes. I read a book, tuck her in and switch off the light.
'Goodnight'.
'I’m hungry'.
'You had a huge plate of pasta'.
'I didn’t. It’s in the bin. Too much salt ‘n’pepper'.
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