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.
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.