Kylie and I were playing "restaurant" in her bedroom. The conversation went something like this:
K: OK, I'm the baker. So do you have any kids?
Me: (a bit stunned) Ah, yes?
K: Oh and do you have a boy or a girl?
Me: A girl.
K: What's her name? (I can tell she wants me to say Kylie)
Me: (still trying to figure out if we're make believing or not)....Julia. And what does me having kids have to do with you being a baker?
K: Well, we have to keep her safe from the monsters!
Duh, why didn't I think of that before I visited the "restaurant"?
Fast forward to dessert.
K: Would you like anything for dessert?
Me: Of course! And since you are a baker, you must have a lot to choose from.
K: Um, no. We have chocolate brownies. So you can have that or...nothing. Do you want that?
Me: OK, I guess I'll take the brownie then!
No idea where she gets the ultimatums from!
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