‘I know, sweetheart, but we need groceries so we have food for dinner. We’ll get the yoghurt you like, some sausages and…’
‘Don’t like sausages anymore.’
‘How about we get the shopping done quickly, then we’ll buy ice cream and stop near the airport to watch the planes.’
He nodded, smiled, then held her hand tightly.
He turned to her as they entered the first aisle. ‘Are you my mummy?’
‘No, sweetheart, you can call me Betty,’ replied his wife, blinking away her tears.