So my sweet, wee, almost-three-year-old was playing at the sink. She had helped wash the potatoes and kumara, she had filled every dirty cup and bowl with water and lined them up on the draining board and she was looking around for something else to do.
She spied Wild Puss strolling by nonchalantly (as only cats can do). Her eyes gleamed. "Mummy." She says with total conviction. "Wild Puss wants a bath."
I almost let her try.