McSis loved jelly: yum yum, as much as she could get her little hands on.
At the beach in Scotland we were all playing happily on the cold pebbles and stones and splashing in the cold grey sea.
Further up the beach, McSis was uncharacteristically quiet but we didn't care- there was dried black seaweed to pop, crab's claws to collect and little squirting holes in the sand to dig into and investigate.
In the distance McSis swished a large jellyfish around in her bright tin bucket, mashing it and slicing it enthusiastically with her red spade.
I glanced round.
The little red spade was just about to shovel a large helping of chopped rancid jellyfish into MsSis's hungry little mouth!
Never has an older sister raced up a beach as fast as I did that day, closely followed by Big Bruv, all concern and confusion.
We got there in the nick of time.
McSis smiled beatifically, just glad to be the centre of attention and not sure why.