Heard in the car today

"Daddy, I want a little brother so then I can start liking boys."

"Daddy, you can't make a baby. You have to wish for one." She then demonstrates wishing by clasping hands together and looking up at the sky with a pleading expression on her face.

There really wasn't much I could say to that. I didn't think the two minute drive to school was the best time to explain about making babies.