Last week our friend Suzanna came over to look after Scarlett for a while. Scarlett was having none of it, like only a two-year-old can.

“No Suzanna! … Daddy doesn’t have to go.” And then the tears.

Of course it wasn’t personal about Suzanna, it was just that she wasn’t mum or dad. (And when I peeked back in the window a full 60 seconds after I left them they were happily playing together.)