"Now you two, I'm going to stop the car and when I do I don't want you to run off to the climbing frame."
"But why?"
"Because you, Fletcher, are eighteen and Valkyrie is fifteen."
The Bentley stopped. Fletcher nodded to Valkyrie and they rolled out of the doors towards the slide.
Dad took me, my brother and his girlfriend to a pub. THEY HAD A CLIMBING FRAME.