"Don't throw the boat, Natalie. Please keep your toys in the tub."
Natalie stares down at her feet, sullenly. I wonder if she is going to cry or mope but she seems to just be deep in thought. After a moment her faces brightens and she looks up again with a smile. "Play game!" she says.
"OK," I say, relieved for the change of topic, "what game do you want to play?"
"Boat throw!"