Adrian

Adrian was daydreaming in a swing at Barry Park (the child can swing, and daydream for that matter, for hours,) as I pushed.

Adrian: "I wish I had twenty arms. No, twenty-one arms."

Annabel: "Twenty-one arms? Wow, that's a lot of arms! What would you do with twenty-one arms?"

At this point, Adrian looked at me as if I was stupid and said:

"I would pick up lots of stuff."

Of course he would.