Kids are hilarious, especially when they are eager to offer advice to complete strangers. This conversation took place in a Laundromat yesterday between a six-year-old girl and myself. Me: (pulling old sweater from the dryer, noticing the thread pills that have formed) Girl: If you have stuff on your clothes, you have to shake them out. Me: (playing along) Like this? (giving the sweater a little shake) Girl: No! You have to really shake it hard!! Me: oh, OK. (shaking sweater vigorously) Girl: That’s better. Me: (Pulling inside out sweater from dryer and starting to fold it) Girl: No! The tag’s out. You have to turn it. Me: ok, fine then (turning sweater right side out and then folding) Girl: I saw Santa today. I took a picture with him. Me: Oh, did you tell him what you wanted for Christmas? Girl: Yes, two things. One is a game and one is something you ride. Me: Great – I hope you get what you asked for. Girl: Guess what it is? Me: What? Girl: The thing that you ride. It’s like a bike, but you push it with your foot. Me: A scooter? Girl: Yep!!! (pause. I fold more laundry. Child is still watching me.) Girl: Is your husband too lazy to help you with laundry? Girl’s Mom: Amber!! Me: I don’t have a husband. Girl: Why not? Girl’s Mom: Amber!!!! Me: I don’t know. I’ve asked Santa for one every year. Girl: Did you a take a picture with him? Me: No. Girl: Oh, that’s the problem. You should take a picture with him. You have to go to the mall we went to – mom, what mall did we go to? Girl’s Mom: Westside Mall. Girl: Westside Mall. You need to go and tell Santa you want a husband and then take a picture with him. Me: OK, I’ll try to do that tomorrow. Girl: What’s your name? Me: Jessica. Girl: I KNOW JESSICA! There’s a Jessica at my church, and three Jessicas at my school. There’s a Jessica next door to me and she has a cat. Do you have a cat? Me: Yes. Girl: Do you have a dog? Me: No. Just one cat. Girl: Why don’t you have a dog, too? Me: The place I live in is too small to have a cat and a dog. Besides, they might fight with each other. Girl: When I grow up I am going to have a cat and a dog and they won’t fight. Me: Oh, are you going to teach them to be friends then? Girl: Nooo! (rolls eyes at me) They’ll be brother and sister. The cat is the girl and the dog is the boy. Obviously, I was too stupid to be benefited by any further advice from her. But she did give me a gracious smile and said goodbye to me before she and her mom left the Laundromat.