This morning at breakfast, the always-endearing Chestnut offered, apropos of nothing, "I think that when Pippi Longstocking grew up she became Mrs. Piggle-Wiggle."
I said, "Really?"
C: "Think about it. They're both sort of strange-ish."
C: "Plus, don't you think Pippi's the type to live in an upside-down house?"
M: I guess so.
C: Also, they both make everything into a game. Think about scrubbing day. Do you remember scrubbing day?
But I will remember, I hope I will remember, this most excellent exchange forever and ever.
And also, she's kind of right, don't you think? It never occurred to me that Pippi would grow up and become anything, but I think she has a point.