Little Niece, snuggling up next to me on a sun lounger: Auntie nanila, I wish you were my mummy.
Me: I think you'd find that wasn't quite as awesome as you were hoping.
Little Niece's daddy: If Auntie nanila is your mummy, can I still be your daddy?
LN, flatly: No. Uncle Bloke will be my daddy.
LN's daddy: Can I have your play room if you go and live in Cambridge?
And, while we were squeaking tasty grilled halloumi between our teeth before watching Doctor Who:
LN: Oh no! The cheese robbers are comin' to steal our cheese!
Me: Oh no! What will we do?
LN: I hear the Tardis.
Me: Oh good. The Doctor will know what to do.
LN: NOOOO, Auntie nanila. Amy will help us.
♥ the tiny feminist witchy princess punk rock girl.