Niamh did it again. She wasn’t listening. I got fed up. I sent her to her room.
When I went in to talk to her about her behavior I said Listen to me, Young Lady. Do you know why I sent you to your room?
She was looking at the floor, then looked up with a mustache taped to her lip and said You mean “Young Sir”.
So, she’ll live another day. She has one helluva survival instinct.