Early morning. Alice and I are the only ones awake. I'm pouring bowls of granola. She's still rubbing her eyes.
Alice: We having a nice bowl of gran-golga.
Alice: With milk.
We eat a bit.
Me: Y'know, my mummy used to make granola for us when I was little.
Alice: And now... you are big.
Me: And you are little.
She takes a bite, chews, swallows.