Our girl was sick and teething and coughing recently (yes, all at once), so when she wasn’t too keen on supper, we were indulgent.

On Monday night she was well again, but when I came home, Daddy was already engaged in the supper battle with her. Since sometimes she’ll eat with one of us but not the other, I sat down beside her. She looked at me, pulled her plate towards her, took the spoon, filled it, raised it, put it down again, pushed her plate away, looked at me and asked

“Käse?”