This is the backseat of my car, after I took my children to the Perth Royal Show.
The kids bought a few showbags with their pocket money and they received a lot of free goodies too.
Somewhere in there, I was guaranteed to find – two sticky eye balls, some fake vomit, plastic ants, a toy toilet and one lump of plastic poo. How lovely.
Oh ho ho. My kids bought a disgusting joke set and were enjoying the sheer pleasure of upsetting their mother.
When I saw this explosion, I laughed out loud.
It surprised me. I thought I would have groaned with despair. Or screamed with irritation.
I was completely amused and somehow I was – strangely – happy.
It was like stumbling across the happiness of Christmas morning. Minus the fake poo.
It seemed to capture the essence of a child’s experience of a carnival. Buzzing with stories, delight, exhaustion and bliss.
People don’t say this much these days… but I think we had the best school holidays yet.