From the front room I hear:
Arthur (shouting): Help! Help! Down! Help!
Tori: Coming Arthur! *pause* I’m sorry, I can’t help you.
Arthur (disappointed tone): Okay *heavy sigh*
I then walk into the room to find Arthur stuck in a box with his knees round his ears and a look of resigned acceptance on his face. I helped him out once I’d stopped laughing at him.
Tori: Bless you, me!
Arthur is throwing a tantrum. I walk into the room to find Tori sitting on his head.
Tori: I’m making him feel more quiet.