We’re coming home from dinner at mum’s last night, and the kids had had their bath and were in their pjs.
I see a police car coming, with lights flashing while on the motorway, it’s dark and the lights looked impressive. So I tell Master D that he’s coming, and Master D watches eagerly for him to pass us.
When he does, I say ‘Gosh, I wonder why he was in such a hurry’.
There is a big pause – then Master D says ‘He’s late to get into his pjs and his mummy is getting angry with him’.
