The World Cup Finals begin later today - you may have heard - as the excitement at the ongoing supermarket lager wars reaches almost fever pitch levels, at least in our house.
After she crawled into our bed this morning complaining that her knees were cold, I tried to explain to Charlotte what it was all about. She didn't really get it.
So I enquired as to the identity of the team she would be supporting. She didn't really know.
"What about England?" I suggested.
"Er, no," she replied. "I want the green ones to win."
Ladies and gents, it may be 28 years since Northern Ireland last qualified for the World Cup Finals.
But it's great to know that the younger generation's passion for them to do so again remains undiminished.
