A disturbance in the force...

Actual conversation between Trouble and one of Celeste's nursery workers (who, for anonymity's sake, I'll call Jemma) when they were doing imaginative play at nursery this afternoon:

Jemma: Let's play with the mud Celeste. Can you make me fish and chips?

Celeste: No. Make sausage and mash.

Jemma: Well...I did have that for dinner last night, so...

Celeste: Just pretending.

Jemma: Oh...we're just pretending?

Celeste (wearily): It's only mud.

Ouch!

In other news, I felt a dark disturbance in the force around the same time. He who lives by sarcasm...