'Her favourite thing in the car is to spot buses, and wherever we go we hear excited shrieks of 'Bus! Mummy. Daddy, bus!' The trouble is that she also considers vans and minibuses to be full-blown buses, so the novelty wears a bit thin after 50 miles.'
The unpredictable nature of children's remarks are sometimes enough to make you nearly drive off the road. My daughter nearly made me, when she was aged 2, on the way to some Playgroup.
'Oh my God,' she said.
'You can't say that. Say goodness or something like that,' I stupidly replied.
'Oh OK.' Silence fell but I could see she was thinking.
After a few miles she said:
'Does that mean I can't say bugger either'.
I have since tried to freshen up my responses when a green light mysteriously turns amber.
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