Oscar. Well you must have put it away.
Should point out, at this point in proceedings I'm trying to get four kids into the car. Get the dog out of the car and remember EVERYTHING one could possibly need when assembling 3 big cakes and over 100 cupcakes.
Me. No I didn't. I'm not putting away your toys anymore.
Oscar. Maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaam, where's my ds.
Me. Building up steam to shout . . . .
Oscar. Yeah, I know. It's wherever I f**king left it.
I have to say, I shouldn't be but I am impressed. He knew exactly what I was going to say. My son is so clever. Actually, if that were true he'd know where his sodding d.s. is.
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