Dad can do lots of amazing things. He can produce an endless supply of biscuits from his pockets. He can conjure new toys out of rustly plastic bags. He can transport us magically from home to walky-places and back again just by getting in and out of the big growly box he calls a car. And no cat would dare torment him.
So why can't Dad make my garden cooler? He's explained several times but I just don't get why he can't do it...

sofa silliness: http://www.pbase.com/image/63760708