Out of the mouths of babes

WHEN my children were playing with friends in the back garden, i decided to have a quick lunch of a grilled cod fillet and green beans. While i was eating, i noticed a boy of about four gazing in from the doorway and looking a bit confused. When i smiled, he asked: ‘Do you have a mummy?’ concerned he may have been bereaved, i put down my knife and fork and spent a few minutes gently explaining that though my mummy had gone to heaven, i was sure she was happy there. after nodding along, he said: ‘Well, if you haven’t got a mummy, who makes you eat that?’ Mrs Marie Raime, Rainhill, Merseyside.