I sat quietly at my computer, reading Facebook and drinking tea. I knew Elspeth was around the house somewhere, chatting away to herself on her wanders. But when I actually started listening, this is what I heard:
“Trouble, where are you? Where’s trouble? Trouble, come back!”
So I said, “Are you looking for trouble?”
“Where is it?”
“Where is it, mummy?” with a shrug and a puzzled look.
I laughed and patted her on the head. “Here it is!”
So now I’m pretty sure Elspeth thinks her hair is trouble.