Lil S was sat on my lap this evening as we made plasticine crocodiles. She started to shape a ball of green dough with a plastic knife.
She looked up at me and said “Daddy, you can only do this when you are four. When will you be four?”
I explained that we only get to be four once and then felt unaccountably wistful. How great it would be to be four and Lil S’s friend. How fantastic to be bumbling along discovering the world together.
Oh, the things we cannot have.