The three-year-old phoned his dad after he’d had a bath. He didn’t mess around with greetings but got straight to the point: ‘It’s alright Daddy, the water hasn’t come through the ceiling yet…‘ It reminded me of his sister when she was that age. She had made a phone call but didn’t seem to be getting anywhere with it. ‘Why are you quiet?’ ‘I’m waiting.‘ ‘What are you waiting for?’ ‘I have to leave a message after the toad.‘ The toad, presumably, was taking its time.
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