“You’re not having any more Angry Birds trainers – they fall apart too easily.” I said.
“Okay.” He said.
“What about these ones – I can practice tying my laces?” He said.
“Okay.” I said.
We’ve come to this mutually acceptable agreement.
D did try to confuse the matter by grabbing the pen and drawing beds and toilets and arrows in places they shouldn’t be, but I think we’ve managed to retain the essential messages.