When I grow up

Tonight my 3.5yr old daughter called me through to the bathroom where she was having her bath. She looked me in the eye and said very seriously, 'when I grow up, I really want to be a mermaid but I also really want wings. What should I be mummy, a mermaid or a fairy?' Lordy, nothing like being put on the spot. I conceded to the magnitude of her predicament and blethered some platitudinous guff about knowing what to do when she is older.

If only the advice she will (hopefully) seek from me when in the future could continue to be so endearing and innocent.

And I really hope that one day, I might actually be able to help!