The kids want to go on a bike ride through the pine forest with Auntie, but she doesn’t have a bicycle.
“Never mind,” my five-year-old daughter says. “We’ll get you one.”
The trouble is that Auntie isn’t keen on riding bikes and so she isn’t bothered. She’ll walk and that’ll be fine, more than fine, she says. You see, Auntie confesses to us parents, she’s one who’d rather sit and eat cake at the bottom of a mountain than climb to its peak. Leave that to the brave mountaineers.
My daughter is not put out.
“Oh but they have bikes with four wheels. I’ve seen them in the shop. You can ride one of those.”