One of the reasons that I ended up in Mothercare chortling over the name of a pushchair was because I needed new shoes, the shoe place was next to Mothercare and so, lo and behold there we were. This, though, had stumped N for a little bit as we drove up the road. Very early into the drive she had asked,
“Why are we going in the car to the meeting?”
Which was a perfectly reasonable question as the meeting is only a 3 minute walk from our house and it would be remarkably lazy if we were to drive. However, on this occasion the meeting was not the destination and so it was explained to N that we were on our way to get daddy some new shoes. This was accepted with a little shrug and the words
It isn’t so much the words, but the nonchalant, “oh well, I suppose you win some you lose some” way in which she said it. Now if only she would be that calm when we tell her she can’t just wear her swimming costume around the house.