“The next time the pixies come here in the night, I’m going to be ready. I’m not going to wake you up. I’m going to go downstairs on my own and I’m going to tie them up with my skipping rope and my scarf and then I’m going to wait for the police to come. Then they’ll take them away and they’ll never come back again. That’s what I’m going to do,” says my five-year-old daughter.
I think, watch out burglars.
Then I think, get to work officers.