During a recent visit to my brother’s family, his No 2 is a little energetic and tends to end up with plenty of bumps and bruises. Which is fairly normal for kids.
We were just commenting on his latest death defying feat and the probability of having to visit the local hospital emergency department, when my No 2 piped up
“we’re used to that”
“I have my favourite seat”
my brother looks quizzically at me
“seven times so far” No 2 states almost proudly.
“it’s the most comfortable”
It’s quite lucky we moved to a house that is closer to the hospital. It turned out to be quite practical.