Demon Duck is only seven, but sometimes she seems much older. The other day her daddy was teasing her by suggesting that he should come to her netball break-up party.
“You can’t,” she says. “It’s only for the girls.”
“I could wear a skirt.”
She eyes him consideringly. “Yeah, that would be worth it.”
And where did she get that evil sense of humour? He only has himself to blame.