Being at the zoo with Tallulah is exactly like being at the zoo with a toddler. Her eyes light up when she sees a new animal, and she drags me by the hand from one viewing area to the next, desperate to share her joy with me.
I almost expect her to force me to buy her candy floss, but instead, she drinks water as I try to make her eat every snack I can find.
"Anyone would think you're trying to fatten me up," she giggles when I offer her a chocolate bar.
"A few extra pounds would do you some good," I tell her with a smirk before chomping down on my own bar.
Her eyes rove up and down me, and I can't help but enjoy being the focus of her attention.
"You're a little overdressed for the zoo."
"I'm dressed down," I tell her, mocking offence. I'm wearing chinos and a shirt. Most weekdays I live in suits.
"No, Jarrod," she giggles, "I'm dressed down."
She's wearing a pair of jeans, leather boots, a jumper, coat and more scarves than she can possibly need.