Scene: We're at Burger King, watching President Obama pardon the turkey. Neither of my children are wearing shoes and the smell of boiling fat permeates the air. BTW, Burger King is where we go for all of our sociopolitical enrichment. We're classy that way.
Me: "Do you guys see those girls behind the president? Those are his daughters. Wouldn't it be weird if your dad was president?"
Sam: "Um, the way it would *really* go, Mommy, is that *you'd* be the president and I'd have to call you 'mommy president' and we'd live in the white house."
Me: "You make a very good point."
Sam: "But can girls even be president?"
Me: "Not that it's apparent historically speaking, but absolutely girls can be the president."
Sam: "Huh. Lily, do you want to be the president?"
Lily: [thinks for a moment.] "What I want is to be a giant and then to tower SO HIGH that I'm a voice in the sky. And I'll BOOM. I'll say 'PEOPLE! LISTEN!' And then I'll mush them."