Last night while driving home in comfortable silence, after a long day at my parents' house... Elaine's little voice from the back seat, "Mommy? Am I born to be wild?"
Me, repressing a smile, conversationally, "Well, what do you think about that, sweetie?"
Elaine, pondering, then concluding, "I think I am."
Val, immediately interjecting in the way that bossy big sisters do, "No, I don't think we're born to be wild because 'wild' means 'interesting' and we aren't very interesting."