The idea that Mama and Pappi might at some point in the near future take a break alone, together, sans brood, was some days ago mentioned at the family dinner table. Floated gently on the waters of the family psyche.
B., aged 5, obviously takes a while to digest new ideas. Only this morning did her considered opinion on the matter bubble up to the surface of her little pond.
B.: "Mama, you and Pappi can't go away together without us!"
Mama (seeing a romantic weekend away-from-the-hill slipping through her fingers, and trying not to sound too desperate): "Why not darling, I think it's a great idea..."
B.: "No, you can't go away without us!"
Mama (staying cool, but giving herself away with the unconscious Enid-Blyton-speak): "But why ever not, dear?"
B. (speaking slowly as to a particularly dull dullard): "Because we can't - reach - the - pasta - machine."
Mama (guffawing into the washing up, thinks): I could always leave it on the bottom shelf...