This morning, as I was fixing breakfast, Hannah was at her usual post, watching me cook. She was chatting with me about a great many things, most of them intense questions on what I was fixing for breakfast and why. After about 15 minutes of interrogation, er… questions, she stops, sighs and says, quite matter of factly: “I need a hobby.”
So there you have it – five year old Hannah is in need of a hobby. 
