Boys are boring

Lily and I had the following conversation on the way home from preschool the other day. I have no idea where the opening statement even came from in her little world, but some of the things she said were classic:
Lily: when I have kids, I'm going to name them after two of my toys.
Me: oh really? Which toys?
Lil: Gill and Uppsy Daisy
Me: You're going to call your kids Gill and Daisy?
Lil: No. Gill and Uppsy Daisy. Because then when I'm a grown up, my kids can have toys that have the same name as them. (launches into a long explanation of how she's going to store her toys and then gift them to her children - I kinda zoned out, she went on so long) So the big sister will be Gill and her little sister will be Uppsy Daisy.
Me: but what if you have boys?
Lil: I don't want boys. And I don't want 4 kids like grandma has. I just want 2 kids and they're both girls.
Me: but grownups don't get to choose if they have boy or girl babies, so you might have boys.
Lil: but I would get bored with boys. Whenever I'm near boys and they want to play I get bored by them.

Cheeky Monkey

This morning for breakfast, I made porridge. Lily ate what I would consider a pretty big serve for a 3 year old. Then she wanted a banana.

Now, for my friends in other countries, you need to know that earlier in the year, Cyclone Yasi wiped out most of Australia's banana crops. As a result, the things are expensive at the moment and very much a treat in our house.

So, yesterday, Lily was spoilt by her Nana who brought over a bunch of bananas. I'm not even certain how many there were to begin with (and therefore how many Lil had yesterday) but there were 3 on the bench this morning. There aren't any left. After I helped her get and peel the first one, she devoured it and begged for another. The second the words 'I guess so' were off my lips, she was peeling a second. The third one I didn't even know about, until she ran into the room holding a peeled banana and giggling uncontrollably. When she'd finished it, she proudly exclaimed, "I'm a sneaky, cheeky monkey".

I guess that's what I get for teaching her that the only food she's allowed to help herself to is fruit...