On arriving she turned to me expectantly.
You need to open the door.
I don't have the key.
You didn't say your drink bottle was inside the community centre.
You should know that.
Of course I should. Add that to my list of knowledge I am seriously in arrears about hey? Along with the second verse to most Japanese nursery rhymes, advanced origami and identifying desired objects from the descriptive 'you know, that thing that was over there!'
Anyway, it was an un-fulfilling trip and we headed home glumly. Well, Meg and I were glum and Amy was typically oblivious and singing some song I'm sure I don't know the second verse of.
Oh no..... (looking at her feet.)
What's happened now?
It's a rainbow. It must have fallen down.... Poor rainbow. It's still so pretty....
Oh, it's an oil spill. It is pretty though.* Mr M's car is leaking fuel. There are spots all up the road and I bet there is a really big one in his driveway.
* I didn't actually say that but I would have been a much better mummy if I had so let's just say I did.
And glumness and drink bottles and disappointingly lacking in super powers of perception mothers were forgotten and forgiven as they ran up the road finding rainbows.
Here Amy! Look!
Here's a really long one!
And so Mr M's engine troubles became the rainbows at our feet.