“Why can’t we jump in the puddles? It’s more fun than walking around.”
“Remember what happened when you jumped in the puddles yesterday?”
A mumbled answer.
“That’s right. You walked dirty footprints on the carpet. Mommy told you off, didn’t she?”
“We’re guests in mommy’s house, okay? We have to follow her rules, even if it means we have less fun than we do at home.”
A sigh. “Whatever would I do without my little voice of reason?”
Alexis is only six, but she recognises a rhetorical question. She answers anyway. “You’d probably walk dirty footprints everywhere, daddy.”