A reason to have kids

The phone rang this afternoon. It was my sister-in-law, Sue. We started chatting and Emily, as has been typical lately, starting peppering me with "What you talkin' bout, Mummy? Mummy, what you talkin' bout?" I kept talking, ignoring her for a few seconds, hoping she would get the hint to, um, shut it.

I guess to get my attention, she pulled out this gem, from where I'll never know but it made my afternoon: She started patting my chest (for some odd reason) and said: "What you talkin' bout, little fella?"

Just awesome.