We were getting ready to go to bed last night, and after Petra went pee, she took her Winnie the Pooh toilet-seat insert away and set it aside so I could go.  “You don’t fit on this,” she told me.

“No,” I said, “that’s for little girls.”

“It’s for little girls,” she agreed, then asked, her voice lilting up to a near-impossible register at the end, “Girls want to go pee?”

“Yes, girls want to go pee.”

She mulled this over for the briefest of moments before voicing her follow-up question.  “Girls want to play robot games?”