I'm not trying to be sexist, but

I'm not trying to be sexist here, but men can't find stuff.

Ok, let me temper that sentence a bit. The men I live with can't find stuff.

If ever I see husband rooting through cupboards and drawers I immediately ask him what he's looking for, because I know that he won't find it whereas I'll probably find whatever it is in like, a nanosecond.

And the Duke is showing exactly the same lack of talent when it comes to finding things. Let me give you an example:

He likes crackers does our Duke, so he can often be found saying "kaka" to me hopefully. And he will usually get one. Today, I gave him a cracker, yet not two seconds later he's back again imploring me for a "kaka".

"But you've already got one" I say.

"Kaka!" he says

"But Duke, I've just given you one!"

"Mummy! Kaka!" he says, tears welling up in his eyes, "Peese!"

I look at him

he looks at me

"Duke" I say

"Yes?" he says, in that baleful way only he knows how

"It's in your hand?"

"Mmmm?" he says

"It's in your hand, Duke"

He looks at his hand and, hey presto, there's the cracker, and it's been there all along...

And off he trots