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Many moons ago when my eldest son was a mere toddler, ( he's 24 now), we happened to visit Cornwall one winter, and decided that it would be a good idea to take a somewhat intelligent and precocious boy for a trip down a tin mine.
The actual visit to what is a very famous tourist attraction went very well, and my son, was it seems very interested in everything the guide ( Jan),( I had to explain to me son that he was a man and "Jan" was a nickname given to short Cornwall men, and it came from Janner), had to say.
Anyway I digress.
We didn't realise just HOW much he had taken in.
Later in the week we ventured forth once more into the Cornish countryside and at dinner time ended up in St Ives, James my son was quite insistent that we went into a "traditional Cornish cafe" and not one of the multiples.
We sat down in a very nice cafe, and a young waitress took our order, my wife and I were quite astonished when James asked for a pasty and chips, looking at each other, we explained to him that it was quite a lot, and maybe he would be better having some of Mum and Dads, but he was insistent that he wanted his own.
In time pasty and chips x 3 arrived, James peered at his for some time, and watched as we tucked in to our steaming hot meal, James prodded his with a fork and look a little confused, and stared at us.
"How did you know which end to start" he asked
I looked at SWMBO, she looked back in a similar confused manner.
I was brave enough to speak first "Pardon"
How did you know which end to start at he repeated,
I looked just as confused
James did that sigh that all kids can do when confronted by a dense adult.
Jan said it had pudding at one end, so how did you know which end to start ?
The penny dropped.
There then ensued a discussion that pasties don't actually get made like that now, it was only done way back.
James thought for a moment then said at the top of his voice
Well... they aren't traditional then !
Roll on 20 odd years, and the same boy ( now man) still asks if the pasty he is having has got the pudding in one end, the answer is invariably "no", and he has great delight in telling the person behind the counter that "they're not traditional then"
It put us off going to Cornwall for years !
This is the same child who told his head mistress that she was wrong when she told the class how high the Eiffel Tower was, I was called in to deal with my "argumentative, arrogant " child. She explained the situation to me, and that James shouldn't question her in front of the class, So I asked her how high she said it was, she told me, I nodded, "I see, well he's right, he's including the television mast on the top, you're not" She went bright red and said "thank you" I left smiling to myself, nothing like a five yr old to put a teacher in their place !