Gilby has very definite ideas about the way the world works. His logic is unquestionable, with that cock-sure confidence and arms-outstretched earnestness only a three-year-old can pull off.
This morning, he patiently explains to me how his toy microphone works.
'So you see, Mummy, you just sing in to it, like this...and the little people inside join in with you to make it louder.'
I can't really criticise, since I remember as a child knowing, with absolute certainty, that the television only operated when the little people inside were awake.
If only these little people weren't confined inside their little gadgets. There are plenty of other things I could get them to do around the house...