Once upon a time a girl from a concrete town in the North of England discovered inspiration in a book, planned a trip and found home. A place to breathe, to marvel and to dream. Now living closer to that dream, our family's heart travels the last few miles almost every day as we talk about our Last Best Place and tell each other "Love you more than Montana".
This week my middle daughter watched a film and learnt about Mustangs. She came running over to ask me if it was true that there were horses living in America that no-one owned; I told her it was. She then promptly asked if we could go and pick one up for her then as it is her dream to own a horse :) Life through the eyes of a child can be so simple.
Out for a walk, we arrived at a cafe, much to their dismay, as they were trying to pack up 5 minutes before closing time. We persuaded them to let us buy a much-promised-to-the-kids ice-cream treat; they acquiesced but would only offer Mr Whippy. One of the servers turned to my kids and asked “Would you like a Mr Whippy ‘99?”
Blank stares. The server wondered why he wasn’t receiving his usual enthusiastic reaction and I had to then set about explaining to my kids what a Mr Whippy 99 was; once they heard it involved ice-cream and chocolate they were in (they take after their Mum).
Some things just get lost in translation and I am glad to have rectified what was a huge parental omission on my behalf, how could my child get to the age of 8 and not know about Mr Whippy 99? I need to start writing a list of things to educate them on.