The demands I have put upon me...

As I was serving dinner this evening and my little boy decided to sit at the table whilst waiting for his tea.

There was exclamations of "I want syrup" and "I want cake" - eventually came "I want mousse".

On the promise that he asked nicely and that he ate all his tea I said I would make mousse. The mousse to which he refers is the butterscotch flavour of some shop type of angel delight. Possibly one of the best desserts there is.

Here is the picture of him finishing off his tea.