Well, it happens most days actually. I sometimes have seal children, or tiger children; once I had two small pilot whales running around the kitchen. But today it was penguins. Not sure what kind - Emperor I think, given the noise. They pitter pattered in the kitchen, swaying and honking as they struggled through an Antartic blizzard. It was too much for the littler one to cope with, and he had to stop for a rest on his daddy's feet. But they made it to the bedroom eventually. There was a noisy greeting dance, and a display of how penguins are the fastest animals in the world at getting into their pyjamas (nice one Dad), and now they're snuggled down in their snowy beds to sleep until the sun returns. This may be mid spring, this is Yorkshire. We can hope.