Today Cassie walked through the house wearing a t-shirt and one pink floral sock while flapping a pair of wings.

I said something that recognized her presence, like "good little bird". She looked at me like I was ... under-intelligent.

Cassie: "I'm NOT a bird."

Lucy: "Ok. What are you?"

Cassie: "Woof. woof. I'm a flying dog."

Lucy: "Ok. Why do flying dog's wear only one sock?"

Cassie: "I like these socks, but I can only find one and you say I can't wear two socks that don't match so I decided to just wear the one I liked."

She is DEFINITELY her father's daughter! Like a great mind said once, "Its possible she's thinking inside the box, but her box is far far away from my box!"