The scene: Callum’s just had a bottle instead of finishing his dinner (pasta, which he normally loves, but this time started flinging around the room) because I thought he needed to get something in his tummy to calm him down. Afterwards, I thought perhaps some proper food would help.
Elaine: Would you like some bread? Or cheese?
Elaine: Okay, I’ll get you some bread. [Starts to get the bag open.]
Elaine: Cheese? You want cheese? [Pauses bread maneuver.]
Elaine: Bread? So you DO want some bread?
Elaine: Here you go, here’s some bread.
Callum: T'ank-oo. [Takes the bread and wanders back to his spot in the lounge room, where he gobbles up the bread like a POW.]