Last night the crew picked me up from the airport. On the drive back to the house, the kiddos were bouncing off the walls excited, partly because I was back in town, but mostly just because they were out and about after their bedtime. At one point, the girl started talking about how she wants to be a princess when she grows up. I'm sure there are no other 4 year old girls with that same dream.
Anyway. J started asking her if she wanted to be a princess so she'd get to wear the cool hats (?) and clothes. I'm not that crazy about reinforcing the importance of clothes, so I asked her directly why she wanted to be a princess when she grows up. I figured the answer might well be clothes, or the hair, or maybe getting to hang with other princesses - who knows. Her answer to me?
"I want to be a princess when I grow up so that I can turn you into a chicken and eat lots of eggs!"
Split second pause. Then the car nearly burst apart with laughter. It was awesome.
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