We took my sister Megan to Ikea last night in order to buy her a bathroom cabinet for her birthday and buy a new bed for us. Amy was good as gold throughout the trip, and as a reward I bought her an ice cream. Within around five minutes she had it smeared all over her mouth, chin and nose, with some even straying as far as her forehead.
“Amy?†I said, crouching down to talk to her in a conspiratorial whisper “I bet you can’t go over and wipe your face on Auntie Megan’s new trousersâ€.
I think I found the results more amusing than my sister did for some reason.
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