Entirely unrelated to anything, very loudly…
Tori: Mummy’s antisocial.
Nannan failed at doing up Arthur’s car seat…
Nannan: Oh, Mummy will have to do this, Nannan’s hopeless.
Tori: *nodding wisely* Yes, she is.
Tori is eating the lime from my drink…
It’s a bit steep!
It’s making my face fizzy!
Arthur has picked up his reins…
Arthur: Arthur wear it?
Mummy: Yes, when we go out.
Arthur: Yeah, pancakes!