(I am playing with my nieces, aged seven and five. They decide they want to be Disney princesses.)

Seven-Year-Old: “Well, I have black hair, so I’m princess Snow White.”

Five-Year-Old: “I have long blond hair, so I am Rapunzel.”

(I have long red hair.)

Me: “So, am I Ariel from the Little Mermaid?”

(The girls look at each other for a minute, then at me, and then they declare in unison:)

Nieces: “No, you’re Ursula, Auntie.”

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(I am returning home from Christmas shopping with my four-year-old daughter. I caution her not to tell Mommy what we bought for her.)

Girl: “Mommy, we got a present for you, but I can’t tell you what it is. Do you want a hint?”

Mother: “No, don’t tell me what it is.”

Girl: “Well, I’ll tell you one thing. It isn’t black like your other umbrella.”

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(I overhear a boy about the age of eight, wandering through the pet store and looking at the fish tanks.)

Boy: “27 cents for a goldfish? What a rip-off!”

(He wanders down to the tanks containing very large fancy goldfish.)

Boy: “$50 for a goldfish? What a rip-off!”

(He continues in this fashion, reading the prices out aloud and exclaiming ‘what a rip-off!’ after each one. His father tracks him down.)

Father: “Hey buddy, ready to go?”

Boy: “Look at this pretty fish, dad!”

Father: “$15? What a rip-off!”