Driving back from Oban this afternoon. Holly and Daisy were in the back pretending they were alarm clocks. I had to pretend to be asleep (while driving) and every few minutes, when they got fed up with saying "tick tock", they would make alarm noises and I would have to pretend to wake up.

After about the twentieth time of this, Merriol tried to head the game off into slightly less annoyingly repetitive territory.

Merriol:
Hurray! We're awake.
What's for breakfast?

Holly:
You tell me. I'm an alarm
clock not a fortune teller!

I wish I made this stuff up.