Sunday morning and I’m in the bathroom.
Miss BG wanders in, dispelling any belief I harboured in having privacy whilst in the shower. She says something which I can’t hear over the running water. I ask her to repeat it.
‘Muuum, I want some money!’ Miss BG has a very hungry piggy-bank which requires regular feeding.
I open the shower door and say no, very politely.
She waves her arm and booms, ‘you will give me some money’ like she’s some mini-Yoda. On second thought, she’s probably Yoda’s size.
I wave my arm back at her and say ‘Your Jedi mind-tricks will not work with me’.
She says (without batting her incredibly long eyelashes ) ‘Yes they will’ and bounces out of the bathroom to ask her dad for money.
I wonder if she has been watching too much Star Wars.