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.