We had a pack of cherry bakewell tarts in, one of little bear's favourites and designed to tempt him to eat through the rigours of chickenpox. He is feeling much better.
'I really love cherry bakewells.' Little bear said longingly to OH. As we are trying to get little bear to ask direct questions, OH just nodded and smiled.
'Can I have a cherry bakewell.' little bear finally asked.
OH noted the lack of 'please' in the sentence. 'I'm sorry,' he said, 'what was that?'
'Can I have a cherry bakewell.' little bear repeated patiently.
OH persisted. 'What comes at the end of that sentence?' he asked, trying to remind little bear to say 'please'.
Little bear's eyes lit up with mischief. 'A full stop!' he said triumphantly.
And yes, he did get a cherry bakewell, eventually, when he asked properly (and had stopped giggling).
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