Standing in the gift shop after a full day of family fun at the Lappa Valley Steam Railway, in Newquay, my jaw hit the floor when I heard my son, Freddie, then three-years-old.
Away for the weekend, back in 2019, I was with my husband Kyle, then 33, his mum and dad, Derris and H, along with our two other kids, Liam, 12, and Jessica, two.
‘What’s that?’ Freddie’s grandad asked him, pointing at one of the Thomas toys.
‘Percy!’ Freddie squealed.
‘Percy!’ Freddie squealed.
‘Clever boy,’ Granddad said. ‘And what about that?’
‘Arthur!’ Freddie beamed.
Grandad pointed again.
‘Beau!’ Freddie announced.
My ears pricked up and I watched what was going on.
‘He’s remembering them from that big book he’s got,’ I whispered to Kyle with a nudge.
‘What!?’…