I ask, "What's in your mouth?"And that is how Ada polished off my last five Cadbury Mini Eggs.
"What's in your mouth?" She repeats. (Because answering questions is something that has somehow eclipsed her).
"What is it?" I ask again. Pointing.
I keep probing. "Where did you find it?"
"I found it in my mouth."
Yes. Brilliant. Of course!
"I need you to open the box of candies so I can have eat more candies. I need candies."