Daddy's big nose

Just after Syl woke up this morning, while we were walking down the stairs, she suddenly stopped and looked up at me.

"Daddy, you have a big nose," she said, and smiled.

"Daddy has a big nose?" I asked, to be sure.

"Yes," she replied. "I has a little nose," she said, and laughed.

"You have a little nose," I agreed.

"Daddy has a big nose," she said again for emphasis. Then she continued, to make sure I wasn't misunderstanding. "Daddy not a duck. Daddy not a pig." Apparently I fit within that probiuscular subset, though.

Then she continued down the stairs.