Pob: When I'm a grown-up, I think I'll have two sisters and a brother.
Thalia: Do you mean daughters and....?
Pob [interrupting]: NO! I will have two sisters and a brother. And maybe the brother will be a daughter
Thalia: Will they be your children?
Thalia: Who will be their daddy?
Pob: I think he will grow in my tummy and come out and grow up and then he'll be a daddy. And then a Granny and a Grandpa will appear, and then a Grandma and a Grandad!
Pob: And when they are babies I'll feed them from my big boobs
Pob: That's what I'll do when I'm a grown up