I recently walked with my daughter. I go into our yard, and we have a large cottage there, you can sit on both sides. Two boys ride on the hill, 10 years old, and next to a girl about the same age. We approach them and they decide to give in to the little one, that is, my daughter. They ask the girl to stop them, and she says:
No, stop yourself, or I’ve already broken my hand.
Then she quietly added to her nose:
And then the second, too.