This afternoon, in the middle of the sermon in church, Natalie (whom I thought was asleep on my lap) looked at me and said:
"I really wanted to be a mermaid. But...I'm a girl. With legs (as she pointed to the offending appendages). I'm not a mermaid".
And she heaved a mighty sigh and laid her head back down on my lap.
Don't you just wonder how their minds work sometimes?