Little Girl says to me: Daddy, do we have enough pillows for me to build a chicken coop?
Me: Why do you want to build a chicken coop?
LG: So I can be inside it.
Me: You want to live in a chicken coop?
LG: (Big sigh, annoyed tone) No. I don't want to live inside it, I just want BE inside it.
Me: Why do you want to be inside a chicken coop?
LG: So I can do my business and people won't bother me.
[The preceding conversation interrupted a discourse on lemon vs strawberry gum, which started up right back where it left off. I have no idea what prompted the question, but it made my day a little more surreal.]