Naomi runs into my room this morning as I’m blowdrying my hair:

N: Mummy, where’s Uncle Nate?

J: Uncle Nate?

N: Yes

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)

N: Yes

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 :)