"Mummy! I want to go wee."
"Not now, Johnny. You should have gone before we got on."
Mother looked down at her six year-old in irritation. Already the car was beginning to move, gathering speed for the incline ahead.
The rollercoaster reached its peak, plummeting down amid delighted squeals and childish laughter, slamming around the corners, tossing them from side to side, before rising again.
The car slowed, the bars retracted.
"Can I go wee now?"
"Yes all right. Don't be long."
Johnny grinned. Arms raised, he ran towards the next ride. "Wheee!" he said.