Earlier this evening I was measuring Daughter for some new winter socks I'd like to make her. When I was done she took the measuring tape and proceeded to "measure" me and make little "notes" in her notebook. Then the following conversation took place:
Daughter: I have to measure Daddy when he's done mowing the lawn.
Me: Ok, sounds good.
D: I have to measure his belly.
D: Do you know why? Because I'm going to sew him a shirt!
Me: Oooh! Daddy will love that.
D: I'm going to sew him a white t-shirt. And it will have PINK letters on it!
Me: Oh? And what will the letters be?
Me: (barely stifling hysterical laughter) Awesome!
D: Yeah, and he will wear it for work!
For the record, Daughter knows how to spell and write many, many words, but I'm 99.9% sure she had no idea what she was saying here, which makes it extra, extra funny.