Out of the mouths of babes

WE TOOK our grandson Hayden, seven, to a local garden centre. There was a nice tea room there. Hayden said he would like some carrot cake, so having got our cake and his drink, I waited to order our coffees. ‘While I’m getting the coffees, would you go and get three serviettes from over there?’ I said to Hayden, pointing to the relevant dispenser. He came back looking worried and said: ‘You can only have one.’ ‘Go back and get three,’ I said, ‘and if you get arrested I’ll come and help you out.’ But he didn’t want to go back. After we’d paid for everything, we went over to the serviette dispenser and, on it, it said: ‘Please take one.’

Mrs Pam Carter, Ashford, Kent.