Yesterday I got a book from the library for ThingOne called 006 and a bit. It's about a girl who pretends to be a spy. With hilarious consequences, obviously.
I explained to ThingOne what a spy is in order to put the book in some context for her. ("They fight baddies and wear discguises"). She didn't understand the title of the book so I told her about James Bond, whose number is 007. I told her there were books about him and they'd also made lots of films about the caddish MI5 agent.
"I want to watch James Bond films", ThingOne announced.
"You can when you're older ThingOne. Those films aren't for four year olds."
"But I want to watch them with you", she pleaded.
"You can ThingOne. When you're older we'll watch some of them together if you like", I reassured her.
ThingOne put a hand on each of my cheeks and pulled my head closer so that she could deliver the final blow with inches between our faces.
She looked me in the eyes and said, "But you'll be dead by then won't you?"
Lovely. Thanks for that ThingOne.