"Can we chat about the holiday?"
Now she wants to chat, I have just put her to bed and now she wants to chat about our short four day trip to Spain. All night she has been playing with Mr Bing, the Russian dwarf hamster that she and Jo are looking after for Jo's "Friend" Mr M ("Why has such a small creature got such huge balls" I managed to wonder in my head, not out loud) so this is why the subject is coming up now.
Earlier I had been directing Sarah as she picked out her clothes for the trip "No, not a skirt - we are going on rides in a fun fair and it will blow up and show everyone your Alans darling" and such.
So now we have to talk.
Or rather I have to bat away the rapid fire hyper drive questions being shot at me from just above the edge of the duvet.
"Do they have Taramasalata? I love that!"
"No baby, that is Greek. We will have tapas and..."
"Do the other people there celebrate Helloween? not the hotel people or the people that live there but the other people on holiday?"
"I don't know, the Spanish love an excuse to set off loads of fireworks and some of the brits may want to dress up and have a party so I think the hotel might do a..."
"What day out of the ones we are there is it on? Helloween? how much time to we have to go shopping for my Helloween costume? Will there be any there?"
"Well I would think so but I am taking your pirate t-shirt and a new headscarf thing for you so if we can't find anything you can be a zombie pirate or something, maybe Auntie F may do your eyes up like she did to me on new year and we could..."
"Do we have a balcony!? our room! does it have a balcony?"
"I don't know darling. Please relax and go to sleep and tomor...."
"I'm too EXCITED DADDY!"
Who would be a Dad eh?
