Grandma: "Kiera, What do you want to be when you grow up?"
Kiera: "A policeman, a fireman, or a Ninja of Love."
Kiera: "I'm singing."
Me: "I can't hear, could you sing louder?"
Kiera Sings: "Down Down bull-a-bit, down down bull-a-bit."
Me: "Nice song. What's a bull-a-bit? What's it from?"
Kiera: "It's from my head."