I am scratching myself where I am itching.

Theo: ‘My bottom is itchy.’

Alice: ‘Hmm? Oh, always wash your hands after you touch your bottom, darling.’

Theo: ‘No, just the edges are itchy. Not the middle. Not my poo-hole. What are these bits called?’

Alice: ‘…They’re your bumcheeks, darling.’

Mabel: ‘BUMCHEEKS!’

Theo: ‘I am scratching my bumcheeks!’

Mabel: ‘BUM! CHEEKS!’.

We are in public.

That’s Admiral Doctor President to you.

Alice: ‘What do you want to be when you grow up, Bubba?’

Theo: ‘…I’m tall already.’

Alice: ‘I mean, what would you like to do for a job one day, when you’re older?’

Theo: ‘I’m going to fix a teapot and a CD player and a video player and a DVD player and robot tractors and space rockets and robot children and batteries and horses and robot books. And computers. And toy computers.’