Last night, picture the scene, if you will, we'd gotten cold and wet at school so had bathed and donned PJs when we got home, we were warm and snuggled. We expected Simon in for his tea (doesn't happen often so a bit of an occasion) but by six with no Simon we sat down to eat before the boys fell asleep. The conversation was usual, who we'd sat next to at lunch, what writing/number work we'd done etc.
I said, casually 'I wonder where Daddy is?'
Nathaniel looked at me as if I was a bit stupid and said (in a tone to match the look) 'he's at Burnley College'
Elizabeth expanded the theory and said 'I think he's just got stuck at work'
After another minute or two of noshing and chatting Nathaniel looked at me very concerned and asked 'will someone get him out?'
'Daddy, if he's stuck someone must get him unsticked and tell him to go down the stairs and come home'
Wonderful images of Pooh stuck in a hole came to mind.
Needless to say he was 'unsticked' and was home for kisses before bed!