My daughters love lions and we often play "oh no, there's a lion in the car", which involves lots of GRRRRRRRRRRRRRrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrring from the back seat.
So last week my wife and I took the two of them - Aisling, who turns five very soon, and Alice, who's just over two - to the local safari park.
We got there early, while the place was still quiet, and we were lucky to park in a nice spot right in amongst the lions. The two kiddies were both sitting on my wife's lap in the front seat and were very excited when a big male lion walked straight in front of the car and brushed his tail across the bonnet. We couldn't help but laugh when the beast then peed all across the front of the car, marking his territory I guess. The kids weren't scare at all.
Things suddenly turned bad , though, when two female lions started gently fighting with each other.
Alice said "I'm scawered." My wife tried to console her but she turned to me, sitting in the drivers seat, reached her arms across towards me and said "Dad. I scawered!". I reached across and picked her up, saying, "it's okay Alice, Mum and Dad will look after you". She sat down on my lap but still looked anxious.
Then she decided to take things into her own hands. She slid down off my lap and sat between my legs, from where she grabbed hold of the steering wheel and said in her very assertive, two-year-old voice, "I drive home now".