I'm sitting in my room. I can hear my niece's little feet going pitter-pattering across the corridor, heading towards the kitchen.
Then I hear her singing sweetly "I'm a little teapot, short and stout. Here is my handle, here is my spout..."
Though I can't see her, I can imagine her standing in the kitchen, looking at the teapot on the counter, singing her heart out while gesturing this way and that.
Suddenly I hear mum's voice from the kitchen, "Aiyoh, why are you in the kitchen? Go outside, go outside. Don't go near the pots. Go, go go!"
What a bummer! Adults always have to spoil the fun!