Overheard

While driving . . .

Relia: How big would a tiger be in our house.
Me: Um, probably as big as the couch.
Relia: We should get one!
Me: No. It would be too expensive to feed him. He'd have to be well fed or he'd think you and DF were snacks.
Relia: And he'd eat us?
Me: Yes.
Relia: And we'd be dead?
Me: (realizing his mistake too late) Um, yes.
Relia: (pause) What if we got a baby tiger? He wouldn't eat us!
Me: Well, the problem with baby tigers is that they grow up to be big tigers.
Relia: (thinking some more) When he gets big we could let him go! Then he'd go home!
Me: (trying to stay ahead of her) But if we raised him at our house he'd think that was home. He'd just come right back to us.
Relia: Then we'd lock the doors! Lock, lock, lock, lock, lock!
Me: (giving in) Ok. I'm on board. If you can convince Mama, we can get a baby tiger.