I walk my daughter to school many mornings. On the way up the hill, we play a game. I tell three stories and she has to tell me which is untrue.

So far it’s clearly been too easy as she gets them every time. That’s okay, I still plan to beat her at Carcassonne someday. It turns out it’s quite a fun way to tell her slightly unbelievable stories about my life as well as teaching her to think about whether what she’s told is true or not.

I hope the telling of untrue stories doesn’t make any of them stick in her mind.

We’ll see how long it is before she only ‘believes’ in the easter bunny in order to get the chocolate eggy loot.