You have this conversation with your five-year-old at the school gates in the morning:
Flea: Are we on time, or late?
Me: We’re on time. See, it’s 8.44, and school starts at 8.50. Plenty of time.
Flea: Gosh. Nice to be on time for once.
Sometimes, I feel my daughter does not worship me in quite the manner I would like.
