[Sitting in the bottom bunk of the boys’ bunk beds, with a blanket thrown over the top bunk to create a den.]
J: We need that lion.
D: OK. Isn’t he a bit fierce to come in our den.
J: No! He very friendly.
D: OK. I’ll get him.
J: No! I’ll get him. You stay here. I must go.
D: OK. Go on then.
J: [Clambering out of the den, grunting] Look out from lions.
D: OK, I will.
J: And bears.
D: And bears, OK.
J: And ladders. You might fall down them. [Drags toy lion into den, grunting] What vat noise?
D: It’s just the radio.
J: It’s a monster.
D: Oh dear. We’d better tell it not to come in our den.
J: Whack it with a hammer.
D: Yes, we could whack it with a hammer, I suppose.
J: Dandad got a hammer.
D: Yes, Grandad has got a hammer.
J: For whacking monsters.
D: Well, among other things, yes, if you like.
J: Dandad not whack bunny, or vat dog.
D: No, he wouldn’t do that.
J: Or bunny, no.
D: No, he wouldn’t whack your bunny.
J: Just monsters.
D: Yes, just monsters.