“Where are we going today?” asks the three-year-old on Easter Monday.
“On an adventure,” I say. This is my stock answer when we are going somewhere I haven’t been before and I don’t want to make promises I can’t keep. That way leads to horrible shouting.
Thankfully, the promise of an adventure was enough to get her out of the house.
I’m glad I didn’t say, “We’re going on an Easter Egg trail,” which was the intention, because I’d have been wrong.
And I never even thought of saying, “We’re going to see dragons”, because that would have been insane. But it is what we ended up doing. That’s the good thing about adventures. You don’t know what’s going to happen – even when you’re just going to Rainham in Essex.