While resting in the living room
The Boy: “Look, look, a centipede, coming out from that rock.”
The Boy’s Best Mate: “Wow! Kill it, kill it! Hit it with a stick!”
TB: “Hang on, I’ll get a brick.”
There followed some scuffling and the sound of muffled thumping.
TBBM: ‘Is it dead?”
TB: “I think so. Its head come off.”
TBBM and TB (together): “Cool!!”
That and asking the Younger Brother several hundred times if he needed to go to the toilet was probably the highlight of the weekend.