If you ask a stupid question...

This evening, just as I had fished Clara out of her bath, Daisy asked for a second portion of dinner. Very good, with Clara on my hip wrapped in a towel, I scooped up another plate of chicken and mash for Daisy. I then told her to eat her (second) dinner whilst I went to put a nappy and pj's on Clara. But for some reason, Daisy wanted to come with me. Here's how the conversation went:

D: I want to come with you!

Me: But darling, I'm only putting a nappy on Clara and coming straight back. You eat your dinner. (I get up to leave).

D: Nooo! I want to come with you! (Scrambling off her chair)

Me: (Annoyed and holding squirming baby.) Sit down and eat your food! I'll be right back!

D: Nooo! I want to come!

Me: Goodness me, I'm not doing anything exciting, just getting Clara dressed. Tell me, why can you not sit here and eat?

D: (Looking like she can't fathom my stupidity). Because... I'm going with you, so I won't be at the table. That's why I can't eat.

Well, obviously.

I opted to sit with Clara at the table and wait for Daisy to finish, which took about three minutes. Eating has never been an issue with Daisy.