Went to get DS (3) out of the bath earlier and found that DD (10) had already done it.
She had a nappy on him and because he somehow had a wafer-thin scratch on his foot she'd made a bandage from her dressing gown belt and he was lying on her bed like a dying soldier listening stoically to the Jacqueline Wilson she was reading aloud 
He was hilarious for the rest of the evening limping around, raising the injured foot while eating dinner but OMG when it came to bedtime and the "bandage" had to come off he was very "unhappy", as we say 
Funny though. First time he has ever been a drama queen about anything and to be honest I'll take any sort of pretending I can get these days 