This is a rock my six year old niece gave me at Christmas. It was part of her collection that she had painted and I have to admit to having another heart-exploding-with-joy moment when she chose this one for me.
'Wow, that's beautiful, Six Year Old!'
'What are you going to do with the rest?'
'I'm going to thell them.'
'That's my girl', I think, 'showing a killer business instinct at six. Loving it.'
'I'm going to thell them - for free!'
Crap. I am vaguely suspicious that my genes could be somewhat responsible for that.