At breakfast this morning, the waitress brought Meg's chococlate milk over and she started to drink it down. "Don't drink too much," I said, "you won't have space for breakfast."
She looked at me thoughtfully for a moment then carefully moved her drink, her cutlery and her napkin to one side. She pointed to the table, "There Mummy," she said, having made plenty of space for her breakfast!
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