A conversation yesterday regarding my seven-year-old niece, Ruby.
Ruby's mother: We've got to take Ruby to school. She's playing the villain in a melodrama or something this afternoon.
Ruby's father: A melodrama? I don't think that's what it is.
Ruby: I'm playing a rabbit.
All assembled adults: A rabbit?
Ruby: Yes. But a rabbit is a villain to a garden.
All assembled adults: Ohhhhh.