Me: So, look, when the Grinch [seasonal] is saying something loudly it’s written in capital letters. Can you read those letters?
Her: N-O-T
Me: And that spells nnnn…
Her: Can you please just read the story?
Me: Nnnnooottt.
Her: Look, I know that if I were in school in Ireland I would be learning to read and write now but I’m not in Ireland I’m in Belgium and can you just read the story?
Me (much chastened): OK.
In an effort to ensure that I will have less time to stoke my daughter’s paranoia, I have signed up to NaBloPoMo. You should too. You know you are strangely fascinated by the idea.