She-Who-Worships-Pink has developed a weird fascination with the plastic display meals that fill so many Tokyo restaurant windows.
Last night we were passing a restaurant that happened to have some stools out side and the Pinkster grabbed one to sit on, pulling it up to the window.
"Mummy, Daddy, can I just watch the fake food?"
She's become a fake-food tourist. Our days sightseeing have been heavily punctuated with frantic pointing and gleeful shouts of ;" FAKE FOOD! FAKE FOOD!" After which she spends at least five minutes per window, appreciating the displays, identifying and critiquing the authenticity of each piece.