Mint condition?

You wouldn't believe the problems that nursery staff have with small persons putting things in their mouths that they shouldn't.

This morning Ulrika and I went to the nursery for Zoe's Progress Assessment Meeting. (anyone got a better transaltion for Utvecklingssamtal?)

Anyway, as Anna-Maria and Susan began to tell us how well Zo was doing, I noticed a large plate of rather yummy luxury mints on the table.

Don't mind if I do, I thought as I grabbed a large handful and crammed them into my gob.

The two of them looked at me in horror.

John, please don't eat our stones! The children are rather fond of them.

Ooops!