Mr Fink and I were in bed this morning enjoying a cuddle, when in bounced Little Fink, she snuggled up to her dad and then said,
"Euw dad, you're all sweaty, what have you been doing, running a marathon or something?
(I was thinking, "This'll be good, he usually ducks out of these type of questions and I have to answer them!")
Without missing a beat he came back with,
"Not running, I've been fighting, fighting with mummy!"
Ahhhh, so that's what that was!
