The other day, Girl Terror and I were sitting on the couch. She was deep in thought for a long while, and then the plan was explained.
Girl Terror: Mummy? When I grow big, I be lady.
Me: Yes, you will be a lady.
GT: I get boobies.
Me: Umm....yes, you will.
GT: I wear make-up. (I had explained recently that she was not to touch my make-up, only ladies wear it. Not little girls.)
Me: If you like.
GT: I get big, I be Mummy!
Me: You'll be me?
GT: No, I be Mummy! Get baby! Like me!
Me: You will be a mummy? And have a baby?!!
GT: First find Daddy.
She's two, folks. But she has her life plan in place. It wouldn't surprise me to find out she's checking out the little boys in strollers, checking to see if they will be suitable Daddies.