Neville found himself grinning as he gave the pram to the taxi driver who seemed to know how to fold it up. Neville took the seat next to Hannah, his eyes shining as he shut the door.
"I don't ride in these very often," he said, "My Gran wouldn't think of it back then, and I just don't have a use too much these days but it is kind of fun," he said, not realizing the driver was looking at him in the rear view mirror as he pulled out.
He looked at Hannah, "She does enjoy her buscuits doesn't she?" he said, grinning at the little girl and then letting his eyes rest on the mother.