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A breach of security

We recently had a breach of security.

Food security that is. 

The Lodgers little cousin offered him some food and he accepted.
How do I know this? He told me.

The Lodger was watching some television and I went in to check on him. 

'Mum, when is morning snack?'

'O, that's not for another hour or so Buddy.'

'Mum, Little Cousin gave me some food and I ate it.'

I paused and rapidly tried to remember what we've been advised to do in this situation. Remain calm, don't punish. Get the facts. Breathe! Count to ten. 

'Ok, and what was it that little cousin gave you?'

'O it was a bit of one of my crackers. ' 

In my mind.. PHEW!

'Ok, well next time Little Cousin offers you some food, will you ask me first if it's ok?'

'I knew it was ok for my tummy.'

'I know you did but next time will you check with me?'

'Ok. Am I in trouble?'

'No, not one bit. Just remember that with your special tummy, you need to check with a grownup …
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