My mum babysat the other evening.
On waking around 6am my three year old clambered into my bed for a cuddle until getting up time: "Is Nana still here mummy? Why couldn't Nana stay after you came home?"
"Well, she had to go home to her bed."
Then three year old thinks for a few moments - clearly trying to figure out where everyone's proper place is.
"We live in hope, don't we mummy?"
"Mmm, yes, I think we do."
(The name of my Mum's village contains the word 'hope')
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