I overheard the following conversation this morning between sisters Stephanie and Madeline (& mum), respectively aged 3 & 4:

“I’m a daughter.”
“NO! No you’re not!”
“YES I AM.”
“No, I’m a daughter. Not you. Only one of us can be a daughter. You’re just Stephanie.”
“NO! NO! MOM! MOM! WAAAAAAAAAAAAA. MOM! I WANT TO BE A DAUGHTER BUT MADELINE WON’T LET ME!”
“You’re both my daughters. You are sisters and daughters.”
“I’m a sister.”
“NO! No you’re not!”
“YES I AM.”
“Girls. Please stop. Stephanie, what would you like to drink?”
“APPLE JUICE!”
“I’m apple juice.”
“NO! No you’re not!”
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I absolutely adore only cute and bright children preferrably if they’re a little fat.

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