We've just said goodbye to ours — my second child, who is every bit as bolshy as Smither's daughter Sarah looks here, has demanded a grown-up chair. I can't say I'm sorry — there's something fiendish about a design that combines an innocent 'wipe-clean' surface with crevices that capture and preserve food debris for all time in crusty, fossilising layers.

There's nothing sentimental about this picture, but there is something quietly heroic about Sarah's mother, braced for chaos, but carrying on nonetheless. She's given her daughter a spoon to occupy one impetuous hand, but we all know it's only a matter of time before those free fingers dig in and let fly. Like the cat, I just want to be somewhere else when the baked beans hit the fan...