Burns Night

G had her first Burns Supper last night. Even though she was born in England, G has a Welsh mum and Scottish dad, so I suppose it's up to the two of us to make sure she grows up with at least a grasp of some of the traditions and customs of our respective home nations.

Which is why I ended up shovelling a meaty, oaty mulch into her mouth at teatime, as shown in the picture. G has generally got the hang of using her own fork now, but the haggis wasn't sticking to it very well, so she needed a bit of help.

I know some people would consider this child cruelty, but she cleaned her plate. So she can't have minded too much. Just wait until she's old enough to understand what the stuff's actually made of.