"Feed the ducks?"

Feeding the ducks is a pastime you have done almost weekly for the past year or so. Your grandma and grandad take you up to Abbey park, get you an ice cream, show you the ruins, walk round the grass and feed acres of bread to the many ducks.

You love it so much.

So much so, that not long ago, you were being a little pain in the neck in your high chair and, although we were convinced you were hungry, you refused to eat any of the meals we put in front of you. We tried two different meals and then by the third meal of simply toast, you threw a paddy and started crying and stood up. Exasperated, we calmly asked you, "Noah, what? What on earth do you want?"

There was a short pause before your reply.

"Feed the ducks?" You said.