Little brother (two next month – can you believe it?) was piloting a ship in the park the other day. Mummy and I were the passengers. I don’t know where he was taking us, but it was certainly via the scenic route.
“Are we there yet?”, I asked him.
“No, sorry. Run out of batteries. Need new ones”
He jumped out of the ship and tinkered around with something at the back.
“That’s better”, he said, as he scrambled back on board. Some commentary followed, something about fishes swimming around us. Then finally, the news I’d been waiting for.
“We’re here!”, he announced.
“Well,” I remarked to Mummy as we jumped down from the boat and headed for the swings, “he’s quite a one for his imagination.”
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