Scene: A blue car. A mother and child ride to work/nursery. The child has only eaten half her breakfast before leaving.
Child: Can you give me some snacks.
Mother: No.
Child: But I want some snacks. My tummy is empty.
Mother: You didn't eat your breakfast. I told you that you'd be hungry. I'm not having you eating crisps at 8 o'clock in the morning. And I can't magic up crisps from nowhere.
Silence
Child: You've broken my heart.
Mother: Have I?
Child: You've broken my big, massive heart.
Mother: Oh dear. Sorry hon.
Silence
Child: You've broken my heart into little bits and my tummy doesn't know how to fix it.
Mother: It'll mend.
Silence
Child: I had ONE heart...
...(stabs parent with finger)
and YOU broke it.
...
Good grief. She's three, people. Three.
