As if deliberately adding to the list of embarrassing things she likes to shout out in public my daughter has a new catchall word for food in the biscuit/cake/muffin arena. It is this:
And then the increasingly intense "TITS! TITS!"
So we haven't been to Caffe Nero for a bit. Still, meeting other dads on the way to nursery is fun, as we're now moving beyond going 'cuh' at each other, and I got into a conversation with one dad today during which it turned out he used to be a Soho-based director (not like that), which lead to a discussion on how you balance a self-employed creative type job with having a small child. OH YES PENRYN IS THE NEW CHISWICK.
DAD: You must be like me, spend a lot of time working until three in the morning just to get some peace.
ME: Oh god yes.
Two minutes later, after we have said our goodbyes.
ME: (quietly, to self) I don't even work past three in the afternoon.