This is the conversation I had not 20 minutes ago with Keira:
The Girl: Mummy
The Girl: Can you help me write Father Christmas a letter?
Me: Of course, what do you want to tell him?
The Girl: I want to say, Dear Father Christmas. You don’t need to buy me a skateboard for Christmas because Uncle Dan has got me one already (lifts skateboard to show me) and he says that he has saved you some time trying to find one. Also, because Uncle Dan bought me a skateboard I don’t need rollers (roller skates) anymore. Oh but I do need some arm pads ’cause Uncle Dan forgot those. Um, also Father Christmas, I would like pink laptop and some toys. Father Christmas, don’t forget I’ve got a skateboard now and it’s very nice. You can have a go if you would like, but Daddy has to teach me how to use it. Thank you Father Christmas. I love you. Oh no, wait – don’t forget to get Mummy a present.
Me: Is that what you want to write
The Girl: Yeah and can you put a heart on it?
Her innocence makes me smile