Kourey: Mommy, when I grow up is it alright if I be a doctor?
Me: Sure, babe! You have to go to doctor school, you know.
K: OK, but I’m a bird. I’m a robin.
Me: Ooooohkaaaaayyyy. I guess you can go to bird doctor school?
K: Mom. When birds go away it’s not school; it’s migration.
Kourey: (looking out the window of the car) Mom! Mom! Contrails! I see contrails! Do you see them?
M: Yep, I do!
K: Do you see the end? I see the airplane. Contrails come out of an airplane’s butt.