Three-year-old twin sisters Suzanne and Louise are chatting in the back of the car. Suddenly I hear Louise say out of nowhere: “I don’t want to eat fish anymore.”
Concerned, I ask if there are any complaints about the quality of the food, but it goes much deeper: “That is so sad. Then a mama fish says: where has my sweet baby gone? Louise is quite sensitive.
Her sister blurts out a solution within two seconds: “Then you just eat the mommy fish.” Suzanne is quite practical.
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