It's everybody's favourite time of the night. Tidy up time. The girls had made a bit of a mess in the toy room, which doubles as our spare room and Granny was coming to spend the night.
Me: Okay girls come on downstairs and clean up this mess you made.
Me: Come and clean up the toyroom so Granny has somewhere to sleep tonight.
General whining and complaining drifts down the stairs.
Me: I don't want to hear any complaining.
Maya: I can't help tidy up because I can't even feel my own throat.
You've got to give her bonus points for creativity.