Tearaway
We’ve had hail on and off all day. Five minutes ago it was coming down in great big pellets. That’s when Jack came into the kitchen, and loudly announced,
“I’m going outside!”
“Oh no you’re not!” I say.
“Yes, I am!” he replies.
“But look at the hail,” I say, “It’s cold and hard and it would hurt you.”
“I will put my coat on with my hood up.” he answers.
“And what about your hands?” I ask.
“I can just put them in my sleeves.” is his response.
“And what about your face?” I say.
His eyes glance briefly upwards as he checks his brain for an answer.
“I’ll just put my hood over my face.”
I laugh, and he laughs, and walks out of the kitchen.
He always has an answer for everything.
A minute later, Barney notices Jack in the conservatory, which is off the kitchen in the opposite direction to the living-room. One word from me and he does exactly as he pleases.
I’ve hidden the key to the conservatory door 
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There was no way I was going to able to keep my lot inside yesterday when all that was going on. They kitted up just as Jack described and away they went.
Our hail was a bit less vigorous sounding though. You know, you get a more civilised form over the ‘Gold Coast’!