As I left the cosy warmth of home to begin my journey to work this morning my husband, Clive, was getting breakfast ready for our two bright-eyed sons. I sent hurried kisses around the kitchen, longing to stay and be part of the morning chatter but determined not to miss the next train, then rushed out the front door into the grey London drizzle.
Fifteen minutes later, having politely jostled my way into the overcrowded train, I received the following message from Clive that gave me such a delighted smile I thought it should be shared:
“Me: if we put milk into dirty cups it will taste funny.
Tristan: milk can’t be funny because it doesn’t have a mouth. So it can’t laugh.”
Ah, the logic of a 4-year-old! Who can fail to be charmed?