Eldest, consulting the National Trust guidebook: “… and if we’re taking our own food we can’t use the tables, they’re for café patrons only. Better take the picnic blankets if you don’t want a Spanish thank-you.”
E’s Papa, confused: A what?
E, grinning: A Spanish thank-you.
E’s Papa, suspecting that if there’s a joke, it’s on him: A WHAT?
E and me, in chorus: A grassy arse. <high-five>.