My children say 'can we stay in the car and read?' and I say 'no'.
My biggest boy says 'how does that shopkeeper know your name?' and the shopkeeper says, as he hands me my book and my magazine, 'she comes in here a lot'.
I say 'shall we get a CD' and after we'd tried all of the ones on the listening post, we bought the B52s.
My youngest boy says as we pass the men (young and old) sitting at outside tables, inhaling things from hookah pipes of silver and glass 'when I'm an adult, that's what I can do' and I open the car and say 'let's go home, I have to start the tea'.
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