My son made me watch EastEnders with him on Wednesday.
This woman and her baby and a man are locked in a bedroom, and there's a mad doctor attempting to break through the door.
I tried so hard to contain myself ... but eventually I had to vent:
'It doesn't make any sense! Why don't they open the window and cry for help? Why are they just cowering in the corner? It doesn't make any sense!'
To which my son replied:
'Some things don't make sense to make it more exciting.'
That told me!
'Crikey! These new glasses make everything look really shiny!'
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