Today Charli announced that when she grows up she wants to be a Musketeer. The sort that has a pink hat and a sword to fight the baddies (thanks Barbie), now we just need to find her a french King to protect.
When Daddy came home I said: Hey Charli, what do you want to be when you grow up?
A Musketeer! she cried
But I thought you wanted to be a bicycle? said Daddy
Yes, but now I want to be a Musketeer.
At least it is human. said Daddy.