H’s new favourite word is “teenager”.

Tonight, while having some carrot soup for tea with nice bread, she broke up her bread into small crumbs and carefully lined them up along the table.

“what are you doing?” I had to ask
“I’m making a teenager” she replied, very matter of factly, as if of course it was the most obvious thing she was doing. Silly me.

We’ve still not quite been able to ascertain what she thinks a teenager actually is. We’ll go along with this for now, I’m sure it’ll all make perfect sense one day.