The other night, I asked Cora what she wanted to be when she grew up. She responded with, "a butterfly!" I asked her "are you sure about that, because butterflies can't talk and you really like to talk." Her response was, "if I want to talk, I will just take my helmet off and talk!" Apparently in her eyes, butterflies don't have black heads, they wear helmets! And they can talk!
Blake wants to be a police officer, "so I can shoot the bad guys!"
