Naomi runs into my room this morning as I’m blowdrying my hair:
N: Mummy, where’s Uncle Nate?
J: Uncle Nate?
J: Who is that? You don’t have an Uncle Nate.
N: Meet in the bike shop
J: Oh, you met him at the bike shop? You mean Uncle Nick? (T3)
J: He wasn’t in the shop yesterday. I think he went home.
N: Come back?
J: Yes, I’m sure he will.
She then tottered off to play happily.
Such an odd kid, this one :)