I’m Only Four But My Mind Is Older

My husband and I are playing a game with our four-year-old daughter where we have to babysit her dolls while she goes out to work. She comes back into the room after a second or two.

Me: “I thought you were at work?”

Daughter: *Dramatic sigh* “It was closed. Now nobody has to work there.”

A few seconds pass. Our daughter walks to the doorway.

Daughter: “Now I have to go back to work and shut that boss’s mouth!”

We make some noises that amount to, “WHAT?”

Daughter: “I already have the glue.”

She walked out of the room, leaving us trying not to laugh and wondering how in the h*** she came up with that one. Never a dull moment.