Can you keep a secret?
Yesterday, Jo went out to initiate a first-time mum-to-be into the Sisterhood of the Washable Nappy Users. So I took Susannah and Noah for a very successful trip to Broomhill in search of birthday presents for a friend from school, grandpa (dad - it will get there a couple of days late), and mummy; and hot chocolate all round. It was a gift to spend the time together.
When we got home, we had a little talk: "Listen. We can tell mummy about the presents for [friend] and grandpa, and about the hot chocolates, but we musn't tell her about the present you got for her. Okay?" "Okay dad."
No sooner had Jo come in through the door, than...
Susannah: "MummymummywewenttoBroomhillandwegotapresentfor[friend]andapresentforgrandpaandwehadhotchocolates...and we got a present for you!"
Noah: "Mummy, mummy, we got you earings!"
me: "So, that'll be a surprise then."