You were sat at the table with an activity book whilst your mother, Alex, was preparing dinner. You tap the pencil against your chin and hum, visibly stuck on one of the crosswords

Alex chuckles to herself, turning down the heat and walking towards you, spatula still in-hand.

“What’s the problem, honey? Big word?”

You tilt your head and nod

“Mhm.. How do you spell.. ‘The French pastry that translates to.. in a flash’..? The theme is desserts!”

Alex smiles and pretends to pull a puzzled face, scrunching her nose and tapping her chin

“Hmm.. that’s an eclair, my love.. E-C-L-A-I-R, they’re delicious really, maybe I’ll take you for some one day..” she smiles and ruffles your hair, “Dinner will be ready soon, honey, why don’t you clear the table?”