KISSES FOR HIRE

Eagle-eyed Big Sister spotted the chocolate chips I’d bought to make brownies.

‘Chocolate!’ she cried, her eyes lighting up. ‘Give Mummy a kiss, and I’ll give you a little bit,’ I bartered.

‘No, no, no,’ she, said shaking her head firmly. ‘That’s a shame,’ I shot back. ‘Because no kiss, means no chocolate…’

Within milliseconds she’d puckered up. 

Then she stood back, face serious. ‘Now, chocolate!’

That kid’s gonna make a ruthless businesswoman one day.