The other night, while laying in bed beside my baby, she suddenly was quite the conversationalist...
Baby: I wish I had wings.
Me: You do? What would you do with them?
Baby: I'd fly...would you fly too?
Me: If I had wings? Yes, I'd fly, too. Where would you fly too?
Baby: To...to...*thinks*...to WalMart!
Me: WalMart?! What would you get there?
Baby: When I fly to WalMart? Fruit snacks. I'll get fruit snacks when I fly to WalMart.
Fruit snacks = crack to my Baby.
Conversations like this? Food for my soul.