Mia: “When I grow up I want to be just like you. Can I mum?”
Me: SWELLING with pride. “Of course you can my love.”
Mia: “I want my hair to be all lovely like yours and I want my little girl to play with it for me, like this.”
Me: DEEP sigh.
Mia: “And I want to be as tall as you and be strong so I can pick my children up like you do, even when they’re really too big to be picked up.“
Me: “I’m sure you’ll be all of those things. I’m sure you’ll be even better than me though when you grow up. You’re going to be a lovely young woman, I know it.”
Mia: “Hmmm. I don’t want those though” she says pointing with great disdain to my ample boobage.
“I definitely don’t want ones like that” great emphasis on the THAT.