This takes the biscuit

When my eldest granddaughter was seven she greeted me one evening with a big smile followed by a hug and kiss. She then went into the kitchen and produced a plate with a large slice of fruitcake. On offering me the delicacy she pronounced proudly she had made it “all by herself”. Because no one else was offered such a treat, I was a little suspicious and intrigued to know why just me. “Well granddad” she explained “no one else will eat it”.
Isn’t it nice to be wanted?