Free-Range Thinking

(It’s quite late, and I’m in bed reading before I go to sleep. My 12-year-old daughter gets up to go to the toilet. As she wanders sleepily across the landing, I can hear her singing.)

Daughter: “I wish I was a chicken; I would be awesome, and eat soooooooup.”

(She goes back to bed, and I am left wondering what exactly it is that I have unleashed on an unsuspecting world.)