I told DD we could get a pole and run it down the back of her shirt and through a hole in the seat of her pants, and she could go as a bead on a mandrel. I said I'd walk behind, holding a flashlight beam on her, being the torch.
She proceeded to give me her reasons for NOT going as a bead. Lastly, she said, "And besides, BEADS CAN'T TALK!"
I told her, "Sure they do. They talk to me all the time! They say 'Buy Me' and 'Make me into something'"!
This child has no sense of humor!