We were meandering around Eden Gardens on Sunday. The Badoo was having a major meltdown because we wouldn’t buy her a gelato and Cappers got one.
Still, it was pretty mean letting her get stuck into an ice cream while The Badoo got nothing. The Badoo certainly felt that it was anyway. But there’s a line, right?
We pressed on with our relaxed, blissful meandering through the lush Eden gardens, our soundtrack the contented purring of Cappers as she scoffed her way through a half kilo of gelato and the gentle screech of The Badoo, sounding much like a car in need of a new fan belt. Naturally we attracted a small crowd of Concerned Citizens, all sporting that distinctive “oh those poor children with the evil parents” glares that we have come to know so well over the years.
I had four thoughts.