myrosie, that reminds me of our son when he was little - I think 5.
We were driving on the shoreway near downtown Cleveland, which passes over what used to be an area called Whiskey Island (it's a small peninsula really) and where alot of the salt miners & oil workers used to live from the 1860s to about the 1930s. Now it's a park & industrial area.
Anyway, off the top of his head, he starts talking about how he used to live down there and his brother got hit by a car & died and talking about the "paper hangers". Paper hangers is a very old fashioned term for decorators. There's no way he would've known that term - unless he picked it up watching some documentary. Besides which, he hever had a brother.