This evening. Post-nursery. Milk time.
R: Where’s Daddy?
Me: He’s at work
R: Where does Daddy work?
Me: You know the answer – what does Daddy do?
R: He’s a train driver.
Me: That’s his job
Me (attempting distraction) Mummy goes to work on the train
Me: Because it’s the best way to get to Mummy’s work
R: What sort of train? A red one?
Me: No a white one. It goes quite fast
G: Why does it go really fast?
Me: it’s a very big special train that takes lots of Mummies and Daddies to and from work
G: Look! An elephant has fallen in my milk. I’ll get it out!
R: (roars with laughter)
Me: (lies down in darkened room)