Scene: Just sitting in the car waiting to go out on a Sunday
afternoon
N: (Looking into the front window) there’s someone in our
house.
Me: (Looking startled as we’d just locked up) Who?
N: Nora
Me: What’s she doing?
N: Getting our cheese.
I would like to make it clear that I don’t know a single
person called Nora (although if I do I’m really sorry I’ve forgotten about you)
N doesn’t know a single person called Nora and we have certainly never had a
Nora who has come and got our cheese.
Just another adventure in the feverish imagination of my three year old
little girl!
