Chloe turned her mini carrot into a mascara brush at dinner by carefully chewing the centre like a chipmunk and went into some sort of rapid blink seizure while she dredged her eyelashes with raw carrot sprigs.

I couldn’t remember if the other two girls ever turned their crudite into cosmetics so I wasn’t in a position to call it out of the ordinary. It was just Chloe being her curious, hilarious four-year-old self.

Just before bed she asked me to sit on her bed because, “Mommy, I have three things to tell you.”

“Number one, I love you.”

Thank you Chloe, I love you too.

“Number two, I wish you would be a princess.”

I will do my best to make that dream a reality.

“Number three, I never want to smell your breath if you haven’t brushed your teeth.”

Got it.