Daughter folds her arms, frowns and grunts her disapproval. "Don't want pudding."
I look at her, shocked. It's pudding (I've even planned it, rather than having a last-minute panic when I offer yoghurt or fruit). Her father and brother gasp, staring at her in amazement.
"But why? It's apple crumble."
More grunts. More sulking. More astonishment from father, mother and brother.
"Don't want pudding."
"But you like apple crumble. What's wrong?"
"No pudding." She is most emphatic.
Then she sits up straight, spreads out her arms as if she rules the world and declares:
"It's not pudding - it's dessert."
Ah, so that's ok then...