Exams are looming…she’s focus and diligence personified, her head buried in a psychology text-book as I open her bedroom door and offer a late morning snack… toasted bagel with Nutella…

Daughter: I’m slightly disturbed.

Me: Why?

She holds the bagel up to the light..turning it this way and that…

Daughter: It doesn’t have a hole.

Me: It’s still a bagel.

Daughter: No mother, it is not.