It was kids bed time, and Clare was lying in Isaac's bed exhausted, with Rosa jumping around on top of her:
Isaac [yelling, pointing down hall towards our bedroom]: Look Mummy, THERE is your bed.
Isaac [yelling, pointing towards Rosa's bed]: And look Rosa, there is your bed.
Isaac [yelling]: And THERE is my bed.
Clare: Very rationally put Isaac, now drink your milk.
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