conversation with Amélie on holiday (while passing an equestrian centre):
A: 'mama, I want a pet horsey'
me: 'okaaaayyyy... But you know, horseys cost lots of money. They need a nice big stable to live in and a big field to run around in, and you need to go and ride them every day. Also, they poo so you'd need to clean out their stable every day. Who's going to do all that?'
A: 'the boy'
me: 'which boy?'
A: 'the boy who cleans the poo'
She'd better find herself a rich husband.