IJ has spent the afternoon at a Princesses and Pirates birthday party, dressed for some bizarre reason as a superhero.
I asked her why she did not want to wear one of the numerous princess costumes she has insisted I buy her, and she replied,
"Because I am not a child."
Funny that. She is six years old, as far as I can remember, so I reminded her of that.
"But all the children at the party will be five." She replied. "I am much older. I am going as a superhero in case any of them need saving."
Err... okay.
"Who might they need saving from?" I asked.
"Seven-year-olds, "she replied, "... and boys."
"Don't you like boys?"
"No. I am going to marry a snowman and if it makes me cross I am going to melt it."
I have absolutely no idea how her strange little mind works.
I have either created a psychopath or someone wise beyond her years.
