My daughter when she was 18 months old was sitting on my lap at my desk when she grabbed my glasses and viciously twisted them while smiling at me, breaking off the arm and bending it to such angle as to render it useless. She was into pegs at the time and had a few pegged to her dress. We entered into a negotiation which culminated in the deal – an arm for a peg.
– Eddie Edwards, Johannesburg 2014