I was just packing up the power cord for my computer; winding it up and putting it in the cupboard. You know, just the usual tidying up.
Jamie was fetching his little tag-along bug toy from his toy cupboard right next to me. And he looked up, saw what I was doing and started to complain.
"Bump!" he cried. "Bump!". Clearly distressed.
Puzzled, I asked him what the matter was. He looked up at me, clearly not happy with what I was doing. "Buuuu-ump!" he cried, pointing up. Like it should be obvious (which it wasn't - it rarely is).
"But I'm not doing anything", I said, totally perplexed. "I'm just putting this away..."
And then it clicked!
We've got Thomas the Tank Engine on the TV in the background.
And I'm packing up the railway tracks, over which Jamie was just about to drag his trail-along-bug "car". And make a bump - like we do when we're out driving in the car and cross a railway line.
Sometimes it takes me a while to recognise the alternate purpose for everyday household items ;)