As soon as her bedtime story was finished, Ava (4) asked, “where do we come from Daddy?”

Dreading the whole ‘mummy’s tummy’ conversation I replied truthfully:

“Scotland.”

“Noooo, where do people come from…?”

“OK, it’s bed time. Night, night.”

“Daaaaaaddddddy…”

“Well, errr… a long time ago we used to be monkey-like creatures…”

“We were monkeys! But they’re hairy! Where did all the hair go?”

“As I said it all happened a long time ago, and when we learned to make clothes we didn’t need so much hair to keep us warm…”

“But monkeys smell, Daddy. I think only boys come from monkeys.”

“Okaaaaayyyy… so where do girls come from?”

“Butterflies!”