A conversation in the car...

Me: Allison, what do you want to be when you grow up?

Allison: Uh, I think a hair cutter girl. And maybe sometimes a cleaner girl.

Me: What about you, Anne?

Anne: Uh, probably a teacher and then a hair styler girl so I can use these (she points to those pink, spongy rollers we used as kids that were in some catalog she had)

Allison: Or maybe I'll want to be a princess.

Anne: YOU CAN'T BE A PRINCESS.

Me: She can be anything she wants to be.

Anne: NO SHE CAN'T. SHE DIDN'T GET BORN OUT OF A QUEEN'S BELLY!

That kid cracks me up.