Vivid imagination

We were driving to the dentist's office for Rosie's appointment, and we hit a little bit of traffic.  Rosie said, "Mommy, can you make the car have wings so it can fly like a plane?"  I answered, "Wouldn't that be nice?  It doesn't work that way, though."  Rosie replied, "Maybe Daddy can get some new batteries and then the car can fly."

Again, I wish.

Blame Shifting

Little brother rolled the dog food bin into the living room.  There was about a cup-full left, and Rosie dumped it all onto the floor.  When I walked into the room, I gasped and asked Rosie, "Have you lost your mind???"

She frowned and said, "No, Zacky lost his mind."