Today, we went to Mexborough, my old home town. Which, although I wasnt stepping down from a train, did look just the same.
We were on a mission from the Easter bunny, delivering eggs in advance of the upcoming Sunday “thing”
I presented Nephew Joe with a beautiful Creme Egg and bless him, he smiled sweetly for a moment, then informed me he doesnt like Creme Eggs. Ever the resourceful Uncle, quick as a flash I delved into my bag and produced a Smarties egg originally destined for Nephew Owen.
Sadly, this egg cut no ice. Nephew Joe is 5 years old and a proper little man with a developed personality, he didnt hesitate to explain that he doesnt like Smarties.
“What do you like?”, I asked.
He replied, “chocolate, just chocolate”
“So what’s wrong with Smarties?”
“They’re to crispy”
“and Creme eggs?”
“So what chocolate do you like?”
Luckily, my Mum had some mini dairy milk bars that I could substitute for the Creme Eggs.
So there you have it, a 5 year old that wont eat or drink anything sweeter than water or solid chocolate, who heard of such a thing?
But do you know, he is my Nephew and I love him!