I was at a friends house having an impromptu play date yesterday and she told me a funny story about my almost 4 year old daughter. A few weeks ago when Rita was around at their place, Pam offered her a piece of cheese. You know the kind, wrapped in plastic, a single slice of processed cheese. Rita handed it back to Pam and said "no thanks, I only eat real cheese". Oh dear, I think we have a food snob on our hands. (But secretly I am quite happy about it).