My sister and her seven and five year old have been staying with me this weekend
Sitting around the table eating hot cross buns (yes, I know it's early, but the hot cross buns seduced us into buying them) and I was asking my
nieces whether they should be called hot cross buns when they were cold. And of course the conversation went on to discussing the merit of calling them cold angry buns, and should we assume that they were angry when they were cold, or not.
And then the five year old pointed at herself and said, 'Child,' pointed at me and said, 'adult', her sister, 'child' and then her mother, 'real adult'.
I said, 'What? Am I not a real adult?'
'No, you're a PWRINCETH!'
Let me count the ways I love my
nieces.
