Me: Should we put Panda in the bin?
No, don’t put Panda in the bin. She’s very small.
Mummy, your hair. You look like a cow!
Runs into the spare room to escape bedtime.
Me: Ollie, what are you doing?
I just need to breath.
Mid hair-cut, he starts removing his smock and declares:
Okay, it’s finished!
He’s been sick with a cold. We were trying to give him medication for his fever.
No, guys. I don’t need it. I feel *cough cough* better already.