Never trust a 5 year old to give you directions...

10 years ago I arranged to meet my Dad at the recreation ground with the kids.  He was unfamiliar with the village but had picked James up from something and was in the car.

He asked 5 year old James to remind him of the way.  James insisted he turned along here, and despite the "road" getting narrower and narrower my Dad persevered until he was stuck firmly and was unable to open any of the car doors.

Yup - he had driven down this footpath  following his grandson's instructions!  He had a terrible time reversing all the way back and his white Mercedes was scratched to bits!

An infamous tale (in our house) which makes me smile whenever I walk down this way.