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 sneezes.

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.