Zola at bedtime: Mama, you can't leave.
Me: Why not?
Zola: Because my fishy bed is a boat and the water below us has sharks in it.
Me: Oh, no! Well, thanks for warning me. I promise to be very careful.
Zola: No, Mama! It's very sharky!
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