My seven year old son came down the stairs wearing a rucksack this morning.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
He said, “Running away.”
“Running away, hey?” I laughed, “And where are you running to?”
“Errrrrrr…..Spain” he replied.
“Very nice” I said, “It’s lovely there. Where in Spain are you going?”
He said, “I don’t know, mummy didn’t say.”