Last Friday I took Olivia to get a princess manicure and pedicure as a reward for no longer biting her nails. On the way to the salon, Olivia said to me, "Mommy, do you know what animal I would want to be if I could be any animal?"
Intrigued, I replied, "No, what?"
"I would want to be a bird so that could poop on cars I fly over."
"What? Are you serious? I would think you would want to be a bird so you could fly." Surely she is kidding, right?
"Nope. I want to be a bird so that I can poop on stuff I fly over. {Pause} Okay. I'm just kidding. I want to be a bird so that I can fly."