Our son, Walter’s (10) birthday party takes place this afternoon in a playhouse. A lot of toys, pancake and other inevitable ingredients foreseen.
Walter (last night before going to bed, slightly worried):
‘Papa, what would happen if I became ill by tomorrow? All has been organised and been paid..’
My husband: ‘We would solve it Walter, do not worry.’
Walter: ‘Hurraaay!! You are the best papa!’
My husband: ‘..As I said we would solve it. We would look for another boy aged 10, named Walter, and go for the party..’