Fish

Don't judge me but I was watching a bit of Come Dine With Me the other day when my two year old daughter stopped in front of the telly just as someone was holding up a sea bass in a fishmongers.

"Wat dat?" she asked. 

"It's a fish", I told her. She sees them in the supermarket sometimes, buried in ice, smelly. We walk on by.

She stood in front of the telly, transfixed for the remainder of the segment, every now and then going: "Where da fish?"

It became less and less apparent where the fish was as the programme went on until what was left of it appeared on various plates.

"There, there's the fish." I told her finally.

She looked at me with her nose all screwed up. She didn't believe me. The fish she had seen had been beautiful. She had lost interest and started rolling around on the floor.

We are a vegan family. There has never been a fish in the house.