"A mummy," she says.
"You can't be a mummy," her brother complains. "That's not a job." [Wry smile from me, here.]
"Would you like to be a teacher?" I ask.
"Maybe a nurse, or a doctor like Daddy?"
"No, that's a boy's job. I don't want a boy job. I'm a girl."
"Doctors can be girls too," my son shouts back at her. Patience and tolerance are low in his list of skills at present - equality and justice are clearly higher! I do wonder where they get these sexist ideas for jobs: it certainly isn't from home.
"What about being a vet?" her brother continues. "Boys and girls can be vets."
"No, that's a boy job. I don't want to be a vet."
Volume levels are rising, and the distinction between boy and girl jobs is not one I wish to promote nor pursue. "So, is there anything else you want to be?" I ask gently.
"No. I want to be a mummy."
So that's that.
Does that mean I have to be a granny?