As we were stumbling out the door yesterday in a rush to school, Midi wrinkled her little brow.
“Mummy, can I ask you a question?” she frowned. Oh boy. My minxes don’t half pick their moments. I remember when her big sister asked something similar.
“Sure. Quickly. Mini: get your shoes back on. Maxi: where’s your homework bag? Girls: out, out, out!” I barked.
“Mummy, who’s Rip?” Midi asked.
“Huh?” I said eloquently.
“Rip. You know: Rip. The man who’s got lots of headstones”
Every day’s a school day, eh?