Sam: Do we have some gloves?
Me: Yes, there’s some in the back of the car.
Sam: So shall I go and get them?
Me: Yes, that would be fine.
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Sam: Where are the keys?
Me: In the window by the door, same as always.
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Sam: Why is the front door locked?
Me: I guess Mum thought we were done for the day, so locked it.
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Sam: I think I’ll just go round the back.
Lauren was rather excited to share her news yesterday. She’s the new road safety person at school, will be one of ten kids from the junior school helping out at the infant’s sports day, and will be running the 80m at her own sports day. This made for a rather breathless walk home.
Sam, meanwhile, has a rotten cold/virus thing, which has inspired him creatively. He has a sign on his door reading “Do not enter – germs”, and has created an army of pretty cute looking germs on strips of paper. You can tell it’s a bad cold because the germs are armed with light sabers.
Claire: What did you have to eat at the party, Sam?
Sam: We didn’t have to eat anything.
After a hard day rearranging the polarity of magnetic particles on a hard drive I was having a little nap on the sofa. Sam, who was playing on the computer, woke me up with the words “Hey Dad, I hope this doesn’t wake you up, because it’s going to get pretty loud!”
We got a new TV yesterday. While we were looking, and even when the new one was delivered, the kids both asked if a particular model would be able to get the Disney Channel or various other favourites. We still haven’t managed to convince them that it’s not the TV that decides what channels you can get, but the signal you feed into it.