Petite Fille was walking through our large garden with Grandpa Mr FD and I. Pausing by the fire pit that the previous owners had built and Grandpa Mr FD explained to Petite Fille what is was.
“That’s a fire pit.”
I should have known better, but I flippantly added to Mr FD, “That’s where I will burn your body.”
My little echo, 3 year old, Petite Fille, “What’s a burn your body? What’s a burn your body?”
“Grandma meant sausages. That’s where we can cook sausages.”
Back in the house I told Petite Fille’s Daddy of my misdemeanour.
“It’s where we cook sausages, isn’t it Petite Fille?”I added as she appeared again.
Daddy mischievously adds, “Shhh that’s a family secret. We don’t tell people about our sausages.”
Poor child doesn’t stand a hope of being normal.