In the midst of much tantrum-ing, due to wanting another hundreds'n'thousands biscuit and not being allowed one, The Little Madam lightened up jungle hour with this nugget of cuteness:
"That's dadday!" says TLM.
I look over to where she is pointing.
She's eyeing the back of the weekend newspaper, where they put pointless photos of celebrities at parties and opening nights.
She is pointing at a photo of David Beckham.
I rush to the phone to tell the boy. He sounds as pleased as I'd expect him to be.
TLM does not, however, identify the not-Posh model standing next to Mr Beckham as her mummy.
Oh, and in case you were wondering - Becks was not in New Zealand at the time of TLM's conception.