5am. Imogen beside my bed: Mummy, is Grandad a real catch-fisher?
Me (looking for answer that will please her and send her back to bed, though having no clue what she's talking about): Yes.
Imogen: Oh good. Then tomorrow he can take me to Belize to buy a new ring!
She didnt' go back to bed. She crawled in with me and talked about her catch-fisher Grandad til I agreed to get up at 6am.