Little one loves pretending to drive. In the light, in the dark, no difference. He points at the passenger seat indicating where I should sit.

I would prefer to be sitting in the house.

There’s a lot written about the importance of slowing down and just seeing what your child wants to do, which sounds lovely in theory but is boring in real life.

Then he climbs over to me, pulls the mirror down, squashes his little face next to mine and points.

Me. Mummy.

Maybe it’s not so hard sitting in the car for 20 minutes.