This morning my four year old son Zack was trying to get me out of bed when his baby brother Rory squeeled from his cot in the next room. Zack lacks a snooze-button so, as usual, I used this to try and grab a couple more minutes in bed by suggesting Zack go and check Rory was OK.
Zack, in a serious tone, says "Sword of Omens, give me sight beyond sight. It's Rory! He's in trouble! I'm coming Rory!", jumps off the bed and runs to Rory's rescue.
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