Olaia picked up the Performance Bicycling catalog from the coffee table and curled up on the couch with it. "Mommy, when I get a little older, I want this," and she pointed out a specific item.
"Oh, my dear," Laura giggled, "you’re gonna get a kick out of this."
"What, lemme see," and I leaned over to see what Olaia had selected. Her finger was on a little pink girlie bicycling top, right there in the women’s fashions section.
"When I’m older, I’m going to wear this when I go with Daddy to buy milk." She beamed as she dreamed of her pink top and her bicycle and riding with her bestest Daddy in the whole wide world.