My four-year-old daughter announced a few days ago that her doll, which had previously been named "Dolly", had a real name.
"She's called Little Zero," my daughter said, without the hint of a smile.
"Why's that?" I asked.
Daughter gives me very matter-of-fact look, as if I don't have enough brain cells to rub together. "Because she's little and she's zero." (Zero because she is a baby and, therefore, is not one year old yet, I discover.)
I walked straight into that one, didn't I?
Anyway, this is Little Zero:
Merry Christmas, Little Zero.
Merry Christmas, everyone.