We took the children to the Natural History Museum this morning. Toby skirted round the animatronic Tyrannosaurus Rex peering from behind my coat. Beatrice stood squarely in front of it and roared right back.
She's two and she's already learned to confront things that scare her head on instead of hiding behind a range of vaguely dissatisfied comments about nothing. And so I am going to take my cue from my daughter. I am going to hold a summit. Beth, Ruby and Sarah shall all receive dinner invitations, and Beth, Ruby and Sarah will all accept them. I shall present the evidence and demand an explanation.
It's got to be done. Whoever it is must be dying to tell me. All I'm doing is creating the chance for them to do so.
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