This morning while buttering toast I quipped to the kids that we had 8 sleeps left of our holiday.
Lil-lil promptly burst into tears and sobbed: 'eight sleeps? That's not long at all."
I tried to console her saying: "We still have eight whole sleeps. We've only been here for six sleeps. We still have lots of time to have lots of fun."
Tears stained her red cheeks as she tried to process this. She sighed and said: "It's still not long enough. I want to be here forever."
Me too, kid, me too. Not the optimist I wanted her to be, but I understand.