This evening I got out the iron for the first time in ages. Kate, in her inquisitive 3-y-o fashion, extictedly brought over a chair so she could see what was going on. After the whole "this is really hot, be careful, we don't want to go to the hospital tonight" spiel, we had the following conversation:
Me: When you get big enough that you don't need a chair, maybe you can help with the ironing.
Kate: Yeah, and when I'm a mommy and you're a grandma then we can do it together. I can do one and you can do one.
Great idea. When you're a mommy, how many kids do you want to have?
Two. Two boys. (thinks for a minute) Like Rick and Jerry.
Oh, you mean twins?
Yeah, twins.
But if you just have boys then you won't have any girls so you can't put pretty things in their hair and maybe they won't like shopping.
That's ok.
I guess doing 'girly' things isn't very important for this little girl! Surprise, surprise!
