DD(3) has just walked into the kitchen with her arms out for a cuddle.
Conversation went like this:
Me: Hello darling. (picks her up) I love you so much.
DD: Are we never going to die?
Me: Um...not until we're really old. Don't worry about that for a very long time.
DD: Can I have cheese on my pasta?
Me:
DD then wriggles to get down and trots off back to her Barbies. I am left and a bit .
Good grief, I can't keep up.