Alex sat on the floor of the living room. He was trying to build a Lego castle.
Sitting opposite him was Leo. He was four years old now. He was wearing a full Arsenal kit (including shin pads, for some reason) and a cape.
"Daddy," Leo said seriously. "The castle needs a garage."
"Castles don't have garages, Leo," Alex explained, clicking a grey brick into place. "They have stables for horses."
"But where does the Batmobile park?" Leo asked.
"Batman lives in a cave, not a castle."
"Batman lives wherever he wants," Leo stated. "He is rich."
Alex laughed. "Fair point."
The doorbell rang.
"UNCLE MARK!" Leo screamed, abandoning the castle and running to the door.
Mark burst in. He was carrying a cardboard box that smelled of heaven (pizza) and a bag of toys.
"I HAVE ARRIVED!" Mark shouted. "THE PIZZA KING IS HERE! AND I BROUGHT SUPPLIES!"
He dumped the bag on the floor. It was full of foam swords, plastic crowns, and a whoopee cushion.
