Planning ahead...

The bedtime story has been read. (We're reading Blitz, and poor Blitz has ha a hard time of it in tonight's chapters.)

It's lights out, but Jack is clearly deep in thought."Know what, Mamma?"

"What, Jack?"

"When I grow up, I am going to live three doors down from you."
"Oh, that's a wonderful idea Jack! And will you come for dinner every Sunday?"

"Sure! Can my partner come?"

"Of, course! I'd be disappointed if your partner didn't come."
"And my kids?"

"Oh gee, I don't know, jack. How many kids are we talking about?"

"Three."

"Sure, you can bring your three kids."

"Good."
long pause, duing which I think Jack has fallen asleep*

"Mamma, when is Sunday?"