The dietary habits of today’s youngsters are indeed strange. I’m visiting a friend who has a four-year-old daughter called Martha. It’s morning, and the three of us are having breakfast around the kitchen table.
‘It’s weird,’ says my friend. ‘For the past three days she’s demanded porridge, and then flatly refused to eat it.’
‘Why’s that then?’
‘Erm, dunno.’ He turns to his daughter, who’s inspecting the bowl in front of her as though it contains a freshly-laid cowpat. ‘Martha, why do you keep asking for porridge when you obviously hate it?’
‘Don’t like porridge, daddy. Like the brown sugar.’