"Mummy, can I have something to eat?" He asks when we arrive home.
"I'll get you something in a minute" I reply, as I turn on the laptop in the kitchen and settle down to a little bit of reading.
I get absorbed reading this article and faffing around with Twitter.
A while later Small Sprog appears next to me in the kitchen. He -for once- says nothing. He doesn't need to. He stands and stares at me, trying not to smile. His presence is distracting, I give him a sideways look and burst into laughter. His face is hidden, his gaze cast downward, because, stuck to his forehead is a bright green post-it note. On the note, in his wobbly writing is
just one word...Hungry!
Just how does he think of it?