"Mama," my seven-year-old son said. "Wouldn't it be cool if they made flying schools?"
Huh? Now, I can't say I was expecting that one.
"I guess," I said. "Where would you want to go if you could be in a flying school?"
He thought about it. "Target."
I wasn't expecting that one either.
"Because then you would have school upstairs and a toy shop downstairs. That would be awesome!"