“Mummy,” said SC this morning over breakfast, “B in my class is quite famous, because she stroked a polar bear!”
OK, so it was quite early this morning, so it didn’t really register what he had actually said she had done!
Anyway, he carried on, “that’s a silly thing to be sort-of famous for isn’t it?”
“Mmmm,” said I, “so what do you think would be a good thing to be famous for?”
And do you know what, I was amazed at his reply.
“Well, designing a time machine is a good one, then you could go back and forward in time like Doctor Who [note. he has never watched Doctor Who, but obviously knows about it from the playground]”
“Going into space and walking on the moon, would be good. Being an artist, a perfect one and creating lovely things. Nelson Mandela he brought peace to the world.”
“Was anyone in our family alive when Nelson Mandela was born, he was 95.”
“No darling, there wasn’t and although mummy’s back sometimes feels like it is 95 years old, she most definitely isn’t!”
“Silly mummy, I know that!”