A weekend in the USA with my sister and her family, courtesy of the most recent emigration bringing us the closest we've been in about ten years. Very exciting, as a visit is now only a hop, skip, border interrogation, fingerprints, iris scan, and a jump.
I'm now able to report that the top three concerns of today's discerning three-year-old are, in no particular order:
1. Why do I only have two hands?
2. Why don't plants eat pizza?
3. Where do my echoes come from?
Maria Montessori, the blame lies squarely at your door.