Last night Oliver completely demolished his Quorn mince pie and might happily have helped himself to mine had I given him the invitation. When he pointed at my pie and said "Daddy's pie" I just replied "yes, Daddy's pie". No more was said.
But today Hayley took him along wit her to B and Q where there is a cafe which, as you can see, serves cakes fit for a giant. But that wasn't stopiing the little man.
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