The other day while driving Lily to school she spied a pick-up truck towing a port-a-potty on the freeway. "Why does that car have a toilet?" she asked.
"What do you think?"
She thought about it for a moment before the most obvious answer popped into her brain, "I think they're going camping and want to make sure they have a place to go potty!"
Further up the road we spotted a couple of motorcycle cops helping out with the transport of a very large tree. "Where are they taking that tree, Mama?" she asked, fully expecting me to know everything about everything.
"Well, what do you think?" I once again countered.
The answer came quickly this time, "I think they're taking it to a factory so they can make toilet paper!"
For camping, no doubt.
Tonight after dinner I heard Anya's grumpy (tired) voice say, "HEY, don't call me that! I will be angry with you if you call me that!"
"What did I call you, Anya?" Lily asked calmly.
Anya shrugged her shoulders dramatically and replied, "I don't know."
I'm thinking we're days away from complaints that her sister is looking at her funny or touching her aura.
What's have you overhead lately?