I overhead an absolute gem over the weekend. We were visiting Wray Castle, a vast fairy-tale pile on the western shore of Windermere complete with turrets, arrow-slit windows and quite possibly dungeons, even though it was only built in Victorian times. In the courtyard, a small child headed with great determination for a locked door in the basement, until its Mum called it back with the following:
“No, dear, I don’t think there’s a dragon down there. He wouldn’t have a key card.”
Ten out of ten for sheer parental inventiveness… and I’m very tempted to turn it into a story.