I’m constantly amazed by the imagination of toddlers. Recently I had a little peek into just how incredible this world it can be.
While we were ‘wrapping’ Christmas presents (aka bandaging every soft toy with sticky tape), my three-year-old told me a secret.
This secret was that she has a second set of parents. These parents are called Bob and Bill, and they are penguins that live in a place called ‘Ingloo’ (somewhere quite cold and near Grandad’s house, apparently).
She had written to them to come and visit and they were hopefully going to come to our house for Christmas.
The conversation continued: we worked out how they would get here (on a sleigh a bit like Santa’s but powered by giant balloons), where they would stay (we would build them a cot from ice cubes), and what we should get them as Christmas presents (sticker books, a body board, and … Read the rest