In the dark recesses of my mind an idea formed. I had a goal. I thought I had the solution. I might be six, but don’t underestimate my cunning.
I practised what I would say. I knew I had to be a good actor to carry it off or my plan wouldn’t work.
I needed to build my courage to face the foe and achieve my goal. It was time.
“Hello sweetie, would you like a piece of the cake I baked?”
My jaw dropped in surprise, “Yes, please.”
How did she know what I wanted? She can read minds. It must be a mum thing.