i'm mainly posting this to encourage more contributions - things are difficult these days and all your stories are just the greatest.

and this just happened:

DD5 comes bursting out of her room. "I THINK I'LL WASH MY KIDNEYS!" i snort, laughing, and she comes back with a withering, "my medical model kidneys, not my internal organ kidneys... honestly, woman!"

Every Sunday it brooded and lay on the floor. Inconveniently close to the drawing-room door.