Hamish likes to ask me in the morning where 'Daddy has gone'. I usually tell him he has gone to work, except occasionally in our pre-Berlin days when he went to play football on Saturday morning. Recently our early morning conversation about Daddy's whereabouts has moved on a question: I tell him that Daddy has gone to work, and he says "To make meatballs?". I'm not sure where he has got this idea from, but it's just easier I find to say "yes".
Orla, on the other hand is old enough to handle the truth. She asked me what Daddy does at work, and I told her that "Daddy makes aeroplane engines. That's why people are scared to fly."