You were hurriedly recalled to work at five in the afternoon. The only one of your friends who had time to look after your daughter Amelia was Max. You came back two hours later, the house was quiet but there was giggling coming from the playroom.

“Would you like some more tea?” said Amelia in the playroom.

You opened the door. Max was sitting on a chair, wearing a princess crown and pink lipstick on his lips.

“Max is playing princesses with me!” she giggled when she saw you in the doorway.