In my bedroom on Thursday morning at 7.10.
MILLIE: Can you blow-dry my hair for me, please?
[I dry Millie’s hair every school morning]
ME: Yep, in you come. Got a brush?
ME: Right. Shut the door behind you. We don’t want to wake your sister up, she’s fast asleep and…
ME: What the…?!
MILLIE: What?? You told me to close the door.
ME: So as not to wake Amber up with the hairdryer!
MILLIE: You told me to shut it!
ME: Yes, but the reason for shutting it was…
MILLIE: You told me to shut the door and I shut the door.