She’s making mood shapes with her body, opening and closing kitchen cupboards, sighing with disappointment and apathy as she searches for something to satisfy a fastidious hunger…

Daughter: What’s this?

She scowls at my Alpen cereal box..

Me: Muesli. Try some.

Daughter: Sweet or sour?

Me: Try some. You might like it.

She pours a little into her breakfast bowl..and raises an eyebrow at the foreign substance..

Daughter: Sawdust, something you find on a forest floor, hamster bedding..I could go on..

Me: It’s Muesli’s and it’s good for you.

She adds milk, pops a spoonful in her mouth..and gags…

Daughter: Shit with raisins.