Party

My nearly-four-year-old daughter went to the birthday party of a girl she goes to nursery with.

We called the girl's parents the night before to see if they wanted us to stay and if parking would be OK. They didn't need us to stay , yippee some time off, and "Parking won't be a problem," said her Dad, "I've got 20 acres around the back." 20 acres? Crikey.

So we dropped her off on Saturday afternoon and she had a great time. There was a giant bouncy castle out back, clothes for them to dress up in and lots of goodies to eat and drink.

My wife went to pick her up at the arranged time of 5:30 whilst I bathed the twins. She didn't want to leave and they ended up staying for another hour.

When she got home she was really tired but excited and had obviously had a great time. "What did you do at the party?" I asked.

"Nothing, Daddy."

Wonderful, she's a teenager already.