Sitting in the car driving to the airport the same question keeps cropping up.
Twin boy asks “why do I have to wear clothes?” as he tries to remove them without strangling himself with the seatbelt.
“Why am I not in bed?” Gurgles baby beautiful as she plans new ways to get all the attention in sunnier climates.
“Why have you not packed all my dresses mummy?” questions my four, going on fourteen, year old fashion conscious daughter.
“Why are we doing this?” grumbles he who helped create them.
“Why, why, why”
And the answer is clearly;
“Because four years old is too young to undertake the decision to be a naturist” I tell twin boy
“Because we are hoping the drive to the airport will ensure you are fast asleep when we arrive and you will sleep through till morning.” I tell baby beautiful with foolish hope straining through my vocal cords.
“Because we are already dangerously close to paying for extra heavy baggae owing to all the rubbish we need to bring abroad for a 6 month old child and that leaves precious little room for things like clothes and dresses” I inform twin girl who looks at me despondantly.
To he who helped create them I just give him the one word;
But I accompany it with a look that speaks more than words can say.
So why are we going to the airport?
Because we are going to attempt to go on holiday with a blatently unfair child to adult ratio.
Think we may live to regret this one