An account of what our 4 year old says from time to time (whose first language isn’t English, but she’s near perfected the language).
Me: Do you know what you mean to me?
She shakes her head, “No, Mumma.”
Me: You are my world. You are my universe.
Her: (matter of factly, and because she has recently visited) Yes, Mumma. I am your Universal Studios.
Her: Can I have a baby in MY tummy!?
Me: You are too small sweetheart. When you grow up, if you want to have a baby, you can have one in your tummy.
Her: Do you think when I grow up, I can drive?
Me: Yes, when you grow up.
Her: Can I have a baby in my tummy?
Me: When you grow up. But why do you want a baby?
Her: Because I like them
Me: We all like babies. But it is hard work to bring them up. You need to take good care of them.
Her: I think I’ll just drive a car then.