"Mummy, have you seen a black cape...
"Um, yes, it's here.."
"Oh good, thanks. I need to wrap this doll in it. Mum?"
"What does the 'mory' part of Balamory mean?"
"Er... it'll be Scottish for 'town' or something. I'm not sure. Shall we try to find out?"
"No, it's ok. But you know Warcraft?"
"What does 'war' and 'craft' mean?"
"Well, war is when a lot of people fight against each other, and craft is - hang on. Let's look it up. Right. It's 'a skill or dexterity; a skilled trade; occupation'. So Warcraft is the skill of fighting, I think."
"Ok. Why are the dwarves in Lord of the Rings and Warcraft all Scottish?"
"Errrr! I don't know! Wait a minute... WoW is pretty much based on Tolkien's books I think, so it will be him who decided dwarves should be Scottish and he based most of his work on real, ancient mythologies, so I wonder if the Scottishness of dwarves is based on some ancient myth or something.. let's check online.."
"Ok. What does this say? Where can my character find gold dust?"
"Wait - down there, I think."
Meanwhile, the teenagers are loudly debating the meaning of 'work', and whether everything should be automated. So far I've pointed them at Aldous Huxley, Bob Black and EM Forster's The Machine Stops.
And I did the washing up, and sorted the recycling out, and read 30 emails and read 5 books to the baby and sang about 20 songs with her, including actions.
My head is spinning. I'm sure I was supposed to do something important - oh yes, the shopping order. And it's raining. We're all very happy though.