4 year olds & truths of life

Last night, I had dinner at my friend’s house. We (Michelle, her daughter Ava (2) and her son Rex (4)) are eating salad and grilled chicken. At one point, Rex turns to me, holding the greasy chicken leg in front of his face which is totally smeared with brown sauce.

Rex: “Ana, do you have one baby or two?”

Ana: “I don’t have babies”

Rex: “Why?”

Ana: “Because I haven’t found the papa yet”

Michelle: “Rex, will we find a papa for Ana?”

Rex (in a very serious, deep tone): “You need a MAN.”

Little smart ass! (As his mum called him, bitte schön.)