Me: Hey…what do you think you want to be when you grow up?

Lydia: An apple.

Me: Well…I don’t really think you can be an apple.  Anything else you wanna be?

Lydia: A person.

Me:  A person?  What kind of person.

My girlie-girl Lydia: A hunter.

Me(completely surprised): A hunter?  What are you going to hunt?

Lydia: Animals.

Me:  What kind of animals?

Lydia(in a deep Southern accent):  Dee-yers and hawgs.