As I was brushing my teeth this morning, Harry came bouncing into the bathroom.
“Did you know the Apollo mission cost £x million?” (It could have been billion. It was early and the question involved the use of very specific figures).
“When I’m grown up, I will sell space suits for £1 pound though. That would be a good idea, wouldn’t it?”
He lowers his voice to a whisper and smiles indulgently at me.
“You can have them for free though.”
He’s mine, all mine.
What this little thing? <points to rather jazzy spacesuit> Didn’t cost me a penny.
If there's a better way to start your day, I seriously want to know about it.
Linking up to Cas’s All the Small Things again:
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