It's a whale

Esther is strident about many things. In particular the fact that Killer Whales are not dolphins but are in fact whales. LIke most conversations with a four year old, facts, logic and rationale are all in your favour. "Esther, I know they're called Killer Whales, but they are actually a type of dolphin" "No they're whales" "Sorry, Esther I know it's a bit odd but even they are called killer whales they are in fact dolphins" "No, don't be silly. They're whales" "Don't call me silly, they're dolphins" "Whales" "Dolphins" until you concede that in spite of all the evidence they are in fact Whales just to make it stop. I think this is how Donald Trump exists.

Esther can also be quite emotional when things don't go her way. On waking up, to found that I hadn't carried her downstairs to breakfast, which is her inalienable right, she was quite rightly livid. On reminding her not be lazy and that she could walk downstairs without missing a beat, she shouts "But Daddy, MY LIPS ARE DRY!!" before bursting into tears.

How do you deal with that? Madness, hilarious, soul affirming madness.