A little girl looks up, but all she can see is cloud.
“I can’t see it.”
“What?”
“The aeroplane.”
Registering the buzz through the to do-lists piling up in her head, mum says, “It’s above the clouds.”
“Could we get a brush?”
“A brush,” repeats Mum, the request filtering through her mental organisation. “Why do you need a brush?”
“To clear away the clouds and see the aeroplane.”
All thoughts swept away, Mum laughs and crouches down.
“But my arm only goes this high,” says the little girl reaching up. “Mummy?”
“Yes.”
“We’ll have to get a really big brush.”