Out of the mouths of babes

OUR three-year-old grandson, Charlie, was making ‘ice creams’ from wet sand in his sandpit. ‘Here you are, grandma,’ he said, handing her a small carton. ‘Thank you, Charlie,’ she said. ‘How much is it, or is it complimentary?’ He looked at her for a brief moment and said: ‘no, it’s strawberry.’ Richard oliver, Newcastle.