My daughter

My daughter just phoned me and the conversation went like this!..

Her: “You know that Gladiator movie that I got you?”

Me: “Yeah.“

Her: “Wind it forward one hour, 16 minutes, and 28 seconds.“

Me: “Right, I’ve done that”,

Her: “Okay, you see the gladiator at the front fighting the lion! “

Me: “I can see that, yeah.”

Her: “Just behind him, there are two gladiators are having a sword fight with each other! “

Me: Okay, I see them.“

Her: “Well, behind them two, on the left-hand side of the screen, a woman gladiator is holding a spear.“

Me: “Yes! I can see her!“

Her: Right..! Those are the sandals I want for my birthday”

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