Genius

We finished our tea last night and, as usual, my daughter had eaten every last scrap.

When your child has Prader-Willi Syndrome, their insatiable appetite means you don’t have to worry about anything being left on the plate. They will scoff the lot. Without exception. Even Brussels Sprouts, the weirdos.

She always has three courses for her lunch and dinner: main, low-fat pudding, and fruit. The Holy Trinity.

So she had polished off the lot. She clonked down her knife and fork. She rubbed her finger up and down on each side of her mouth in turn. She pushed her glasses up from the end of her nose, and flicked back a stray strand of fringe.

She looked me straight in the eye. And declared:

“I’m a bloomin’ genius."
 

Video is Ian McNabb - I'm A Genius