Today have mostly been trying to explain the colossal significance of the 5th November to a five year old. But the details of bonfire night and the US Presidential Election seem to have got muddled on the way.
Me: Will you stop showing me your pants, this is utterly exciting news.
Me: Because America has elected its first ever black President.
Millie: Is he the doll?
Me: What doll?
Millie: The doll that tried to blow up the Houses of Parliament.
Me: You mean Guy Fawkes?
Millie: Yes. The doll.
Me: No. He is a real, and alive, important man.
Millie: Then why is there fireworks?
Me: I give up.
Millie: How far is Afghanistan?
Me: My thoughts precisely
It’s a shame. I wanted her to remember this for the rest of her life. Maybe she will. But I’m pretty sure it will be as the day when she ate too many marshmallows and got her monkey stuck in the washing machine.