Have been to the park with the small Maenads, and was dragged on the tips of my toes totook them to the ice cream van when it appeared. After nabbing our bounty (bubble gum knickerbocker, thank you kindly) there was a devastated little chap crying because he'd dropped some of his money and didn't have enough for his ice cream, all his pals had one. No adults around (it's in the centre of an estate where kids actually play outside) and ice cream man was making moves to go, so I gave him a quid for his ice cream. Tears all gone.
If you were his parent would you love me or loathe me? Curious.