My darling daughter has found a new game.
As soon as I am paying insufficient attention, she heads for the larder (which is just to the left of the workstation), and empties every packet of stock cubes I have on to the desk. If she has time, she unwraps them too, and even wraps them up again, by squishing them hard in her little fists, so wrapper and stock cube become inextricably mixed together. I'm guessing she might taste the odd cube or two. Hmm, maybe if we invite you to dine, you should just forget that last nugget of information. Guten Appetit.
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