Her: When I grow up I want to be a fishmonger?
Me: Why sweetheart?
Her: I want to know about fish.
Later.
Her: When I grow up, I want to be a thief. Pause. I don’t want to go to prison though. Further pause. Mummy, you said children don’t go to prison, didn’t you?
BroLo says
She should combine the two and become a politician!