Happy Birthday little Sprog

Sprog is 2

I'm not sure quite how it happened so fast, but my little girl is 2. 

She had a party with a bouncy castle and balloons and pink cake and icecream and swarms of menacing 2-year-olds rampaging around the garden in deceptively adorable party frocks.

She was asleep when the men came to deflate the bouncy castle and take it away.  Mr S and I didn't mention anything when she woke up, and were thus chilled by a scream some 45 minutes later;

WHERE MY BOUNCY TASTLE??????

We explained that the bouncy castle had come for the party and had gone away now, but if we were lucky maybe it would come back next birthday.

NO, she declared simply and stormed off to the garden where she spent a good 10 minutes examining the grass where the castle had stood, gesticulating wildly and muttering to herself,

Where my tastle?  Where it gone?  My bouncy tastle!  Gone!  Where???!!

As if hoping that by peering hard enough at the ground she might find it hiding behind a flattened blade of grass.