The other night Zoë asked me if she and her two cousins could eat dinner after trick-or-treating on Halloween night this year. Traditionally the cousins come over with their parents (my brother and sister-in-law) and we all have dinner together before hitting the streets trolling for candy. Her argument was that it would be better for her younger cousins to go out earlier and then there would be plenty of time for dinner and they could still get to bed on time.
"Do you think I was born yesterday?" I asked her.
My brother is convinced she will grow up to be a lawyer or politician -- maybe both.