Ambrose: Can we go upstairs in your room and lock the door to play Life without babies bothering us?
Me: It’s “may we go upstairs” not “can we go upstairs” and no you may not. The baby is sleeping in there.
Ambrose: He is?
Me: Yes.
Ambrose: Really?
Me: Yes.
Ambrose: (pointing at Raphael who is nursing in my arms) Then who is this?
I told you I was tired!