Out of the mouths of babes

MANY years ago when my daughter Charlotte was a toddler, we went to my friend Jenny’s house a few doors along the road. Jenny also had two toddlers. It was a dark winter afternoon and, out of the back window, we showed the children the big full moon. Later, when we got back home, Charlotte looked out of the window, pointed up at the sky and said: ‘Jenny’s got one like that.’

Bobbie Farrell, Portishead, Somerset.