Petal asked me, "Mummy, smell my finger?"
This could only end badly, so I told her, "No way."
"But it smells like strawberry," she assured me.
She had been blowing strawberry-scented bubbles earlier, so I gave her the benefit of the doubt and went in for a whiff.
It smelt like fish. There are only two things that smell like fish and she hadn't been near the one with scales.
"That is disgusting!" I told her.
Her defence?
"My friend Vagina does it all the time."
For the first time ever, the mispronunciation of Jemima's name seemed quite fitting.
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