Me (while watching “Barbie of Swan Lake”): When we go back to Ireland, I’m going to make you watch all of your DVDs in French so that you don’t forget it.
Her (predictably as she is determined to forget every word of French she knows the second we set foot on Irish soil): No, you’re not.
Me: Why not?
Her: Because I won’t watch any DVDs in Ireland.
Me (knowingly): Oh won’t you, indeed, and what will you do?
Her (simply): I will play in my back garden.
Oh, so there’s a back garden, is there?