Oooh, look at the choo-choo steam engine, Alice!
A [with derision]: “It’s a locomotive, Daddy…”
She’s two years old.
Somewhere in the aether, my own father, who was a railway enthusiast, and who passed away in 2002 is cackling with pride at his grand-daughter. God knows, despite his haranguing, it took me long enough to know the difference. Certainly not by the age of two.