Next, I shall be pimping them out on the public speaking circuit.

While I was away I was lucky enough to coincide a lunch with my sister and my nieces.

'Hey you're going to FIVE next month!' I said when I had my arms full of the four year old.

'Yas, (and that isn't a typo. She says yas instead of yes, it's terminally cute) I am four and seven-eighths!'

'And..' said her sister gleefully, 'I am six and eleven-twelfths!'

Give it a year and guess whose going to be paying child labour rates to get her GST done?