As I write our three and a half year old (the “and a half” is important when you’re three, remember, much less so when you’re thirty-two!) is sitting across the aisle from me, and has spent the last two hours being totally entertained by Air New Zealand’s Pixar movie selection.

Magic!

This time yesterday we were all in a semi-submersible boat at the Great Barrier Reef, sitting dry but underwater with the amazing coral and marine life just a few centimetres on the other side of the window.  The guide pointed out some clown fish he spotted…

“There is Nemo and a couple of his mates”

He was quickly corrected by Mr. 3.5 at the top of his voice…

“Noooooo.  Nemo lives in a pink house!”

Oops.  And I thought he never really paid attention.