The scene: we are doing Lizzie's hair in my bathroom, as we do every morning.
Lizzie: Mom, I want to be one of those girls on that show.
Me: What show?
Lizzie: You know, the one where they sew the dresses...
Me: Oh, you mean Project Runway?
Lizzie: Yeah, Project Runway.
Me: You want to be one of the people that sew the clothes? or one of the girls that wears the clothes?
Lizzie: One of the girls that wears the clothes.
Me: Ok, but you're not old enough yet. You have to be a lot older to be a model. AND it's in New York; that's really far away! You can't move away from me yet! You have to stay here and be my Lizzie girl.
Lizzie: That's ok. I'll just wait until I'm married and then I'll go.
Mom: Sounds like a good plan to me.