You told yourself you wanted to keep skiing, but having mentioned it, you wonder if you could, or if you’d want to get changed straight away. Squirming again, you try to think.

“How come, sweetheart?” mama asks before you’ve thought of an answer.

It sounds like something Lucy would say.

“I just want to keep skiing,” you say quietly.

Mama quietly laughs.

“Well, I can understand that bit — and it would probably end skiing for the day to go to the loo.”

Mama probably didn’t mean it, but her words help you make your choice.

“So… it would be okay?”