Yesterday, Sarah saw a ring she liked in the window of one of the touristy craft shops opposite our hotel and got persuaded inside to try it on. It turned out her fingers were too thin for it.
"You need to eat more," says the Moroccan shopkeeper. "When you are older, you will be fat."
"No I won't," says Sarah.
"You will be fat like your mother," says the man, with no apparent trace of malice.