At naptime today I read Anna a story about David and Goliath, for the umpteenth time. She was "telling" me the story after I read the book. She went on and on about how Goliath was angry and crabby and was being mean, etc.
It then dawned on her to ask "why?" Goliath was so angry. I told her he wanted to be in charge of David and his friends. (Anna's two so I was paraphrasing)
Anna replied with wide eyes and stated the obvious. "Mama, Go-yi-eth not 'posed to be in chawge. David's mama is 'posed to be in chawge."