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: WHAT?

E and me, in chorus:  A grassy arse.  <high-five>.