"Today or tomorrow?" she asked.
"Well, neither: in the Easter holidays, when school has finished."
She tries to digest this. "So after school then."
This style of questioning has happened nearly every day since. "We go to Grannie's tomorrow?"
"No, love, in the holidays."
At long last the big day came: "Yes: we're going to see Grannie tomorrow."
She's very organised, my little one. Everything has an order and that is rigidly set in her mind.
"So we need to pack?"
"Yes, we'll do it after dinner."
After dinner, she was straight upstairs and into her pyjamas. Clothes were pulled out to go in the suitcase, dolly was dragged from the bed, books were collated and (most importantly to her) 'Mamma Mia' was in the pink 'puter (portable DVD player to you and me) for the train journey. In bed, asleep, early.
And up early. And delight on face as we catch the bus, then the train. Anxiety as her bag kept falling down when the little wheels got caught between the pavement slabs. Joy, as Mamma Mia plays repeatedly (pity the poor gentleman trying to work at the other seat on our table). And then, seeing Grannie at the platform, my daughter runs to greet her with a big hug and walks hand-in-hand to the car.
"Bye mum!" she calls. (Although she is later forced into giving her mother a kiss as well.)
My son gives me more hugs, but is also pleased to be spending a week with grandparents.
So, I ask myself, am I doing everything completely right, or completely wrong, that they leave me so easily?