“Now Dadda put a brick.”
Mary used to watch proceedings with a cynical and irritating expression.
“Peter’s tower,” Peter would propose.
“Our tower,” Arthur used to say.
“Peter knock it over.”
“No. No one knock it over.”
“Peter put two bricks.”
“Very well.”
“Dadda not put any more bricks. No. Peter finish it.”
“Na-ow!” from Joan in a voice like a little cat. “Me finish it.”