“No, Tim. I’m busy. Eat your breakfast.”
“Tim, it’s time for school. Put your lunch in your backpack, and stop jigging around.”
“Timothy James, sit down on your seat. Now.”
“Tell me later, matey. I have to help the next kid in the queue. Milk, sweetie? And a Vegemite sandwich?”
“Tim, we’re doing quiet reading in class right now. Read your book, like everyone else.”
“STOP. FIDGETING.”
“Tim, you’re the GOALIE! You’re supposed to stop the goals, not let them in. Now we’ll lose.”
“A dance? A new dance? Sounds good. I’d like to see it. Can you show me?”
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