Elliott came to me holding this. He pointed to the circled building and asked:
E: Mummy, is this the dentist?
Me: I don’t think so. It looks like a school.
E: A school?
Me: Yes, a school. Just like your school.
E: (without missing a beat) No, this is not my school. There is no carpark.
The things he says these days amazes me sometimes! It also reminds me that he’s no longer a baby and is growing into a little person. Sniff.