Anybody looking for the immigrant ‘siege’ on Britain only had to visit the Little Dinosaurs soft play in Muswell Hill, north London last Sunday.

Tucked away in a corner, a throng of three-year olds were wreaking havoc at yet another birthday party (the fourth I’ve attended there this year).

Of the fourteen kids at the party (all invited from the Sunflower room at the local nursery), only three had all-white British parents. The other 11 had mixed-race/nationality parents (as does my British daughter). At least half of the kids understand and speak more than one language. German, Swedish, French, Indian, American, Hispanic, English, Spanish, Portugese, Greek, Turkish and Brazilian heritages were all on display.

(Side note: I bet these 14 three year-old’s speak more languages than the entire Cabinet and Shadow Cabinet combined. I’m a typical American and Indian immigrant: I speak English, am alright with the German I learned in high school and can understand the Gujarati my parents spoke at home.)

If any community or group could lay more claim to be at the front-line of the immigrant siege on Britain, I’d like to see it.

The problem with the rhetoric on immigration and isolationism is that it paints the rest of the world as a separate ‘other’, hurting the ‘hard-working’ Brit.

These 14 kids surely give the lie to idea that we want to stop the clocks, stop the world and stop the immigrants.

For them, the idea of going back to another time is almost literally incomprehensible. (For my daughter, ‘yesterday’ encompasses all her yesterdays).

Also anachronistic is any concept of choosing to participate in a diverse world.

They live, breathe, cry, play, push, cry, cuddle, sing and cry diversity every single moment of their lives.

They are the UK’s diversity. They know nothing else and nor will they.

They are Pat McFadden’s ‘fast moving and diverse world’. This world doesn’t exist outside our borders. It exists in our offices, in our schools and in our homes.

A three-year old’s heart beats 100 time a minute, and their world moves 100 miles per hour.

The only genuine choice for the rest of us is to either accept or deny that this diversity is our future.

But to deny that we are already deeply a part of a fast moving and diverse world is to deny these 14 three-year olds their very existence.

What’s more, these kids know that the value of diversity can’t be measured in the marginal net pounds and pence contribution of their friends and family.

They know that the real value of diversity can only be measured in laughs, cuddles — and because they’re three-year old’s — tears.