Our poor kids… the first thing they say on their return home: “It’s tiny!”
“What’s happened to the stairs?” exclaims our daughter, “They’ve shrunk!”
Our lad charges up them to his room. “What on earth have you done?” he cries, rediscovering his box room, even smaller than he remembers it.
“I built you a nice big house in Turkey,” I laugh. “Maybe now you’ll be grateful.”
“I want to go back!” he sobs.