The delight on the young girl’s face was infectious. Smiling from ear-to-ear, I wondered what had made her so happy? It wasn’t long before I found out.
Delving into her backpack – which appeared as tardis-like as Marry Poppins handbag – she slowly revealed a plastic goody bag full of M&Ms. Those little coloured shells filling her day with excitement before she had consumed a single additive! The young girl had chosen well: pink, lilac, orange, pale blue and a very classy grey hue.
Having visited M&M World in New York a few years back, I can fully appreciate the fun of helping yourself to a pick ‘n’ mix variety pack, I’m tempted to say its more fun than actually eating the little candy covered treats…tempted.
Handing the goody bag to her Dad, the young girl was excitedly deciding in which colour she would devour first.
“I might have the red ones, but the lilac ones are so pretty” additive-free girl.
“As long as you save some for your brother,” Dad, the mediator.
It wasn’t long before I noticed Dad experiencing a little trouble opening the goody bag. With his daughter getting ever so slightly impatient with his inability to get to the M&Ms, I could sense the growing pressure Dad was under.
“Hurry up, I want some now,” additive-free girl.
“Patience, please,” Dad, the aggravator.
And with that, the bag exploded open, M&Ms everywhere, gasps from fellow commuters (the kind you hear when someone accidentally smashes a bottle in a supermarket), and a more than angry little girl.
No one quite knew what to do; the couple opposite sat with mouths open, the teenagers standing in the aisle were giggling to themselves and I was using all my will power to avoid shouting, “Scramble!”
“Dad! Oh no!” additive-free girl.
“So sorry, darling. Look, I’ll get you a packet from the sweet shop on the way home. Don’t worry, you’ll still get to eat some,” Dad, the destroyer.
“No, I wanted those ones, not the boring coloured ones. Thanks a lot,” definitely additive-free girl.
As Dad turned a shade of red, not too unfamiliar to the red M&Ms, his daughter delved once again into her back pack, revealing yet another bag full.
“Not now, sweetheart, let’s wait until we get home. Mummy can give you a hand,” Dad, the defeated.