[D comes running in, with his red pyjama top pulled over his head]
D: Mum, you know I’ve got a bit of hair sticking up here?
Me: Yes?
D: Well I’m pretending to be an ice cream in a cone and that’s a flake! What flavour’s red?
[D comes running in, with his red pyjama top pulled over his head]
D: Mum, you know I’ve got a bit of hair sticking up here?
Me: Yes?
D: Well I’m pretending to be an ice cream in a cone and that’s a flake! What flavour’s red?
