My godson went on a field trip to Egmond aan Zee.
It was raining all afternoon. In the evening his mother and I picked him up, so he could say goodbye to his grandmother who is going back to Bolivia soon.
“How did you like it?” I asked.
“I had a ride in a hot air balloon,” he answered.
He’s making up stories all day long. It reminds me of my own youth, it worries me.