Iggy and Me on Holiday. Jenny Valentine

squeeze in the car with us?”

      “No,” Dad said. “They’re not invited.”

      “I invited them,” Iggy said. “Please can they come?”

      “Not really,” said Mum.

      “Why not?” Iggy said.

      “They take up too much room,” Dad said.

      “We can move up,” I told him.

      Iggy grinned and nodded and did a little dance with just her hands. “And they can make themselves really small,” she said. “They squashed right up to fit in my rucksack. They didn’t complain.”

      “Here we go,” said Dad.

      “Can they?” Iggy said, and I said, “Go on, let them.”