Alla Hoo Hoo has become a more frequent visitor in the past few weeks.
She now rides a motorbike – which Mr3 himself taught her to ride when they were in the SES together. The children have disappeared and instead she seems to be out every night at a party. Mr3 goes with her, which may explain why his normally sunny nature is beset by tempestuous storms these days.
He is determined to be Big and Alla Hoo Hoo, with her unending array of Big Person skills, is giving him the confidence to do it. He can even skip in ‘Big Shoes’, standing on his tippy toes and shuffling lightly down the hall.
Mr6 loves to ask him questions about Alla Hoo Hoo and they’ll have lengthy chats about all the things she can do. The only sticking point appears to be the disappearance of the children.
“Will they come back?” asks Mr6, concerned for their welfare.
“Not unless we need them to,” is Mr3’s serene response.
It’s hard to imagine what catastrophic situation might require the return of 98 children (the last head count of the Hoo Hoo household), so I’m daring to hope that our house will remain a little less crowded for a while.
Even as Mr3’s imagination stretches out to the horizons.