Now this bad photo, (the battery on the camera went as I took it, and it didn't even focus.) illustrates the story I shall share with you.

I was getting Maisy up from her nap and had left Pops with Joel, now Joel was upstairs with me, and every thing was very quite downstairs, so Joel went on down to check Poppy wasn't up to anything. Well she passed Daddy's "inspection" but when I arrived a few minutes later I was a little suspicious of the hunched over figure with her back to us in the corner of the room, and so I went for a closer look, and found she had a whole cauliflower about the size of her head, she must have thought she'd hit the jackpot when she found that in the fridge. She had removed some of the leaves and was nibbling on the thing like a mouse, Joel tried to take it from her but she had sunk her teeth into it, I eventually got it back as she declared how delicious it was.

A few days earlier We had the following conversation while Poppy was eating her lunch,

"Cheese! I can taste cheese Mummy. Is it goats cheese?"



"No," I say "Its a cheese called mascarpone."



a slight pause, before Poppy asks,



"Does that come from Ponies?"



It cracked me up, but I composed myself so I could congratulate her thought process, and explain why it was laughing, I don't think she got it though.