ah, sure she'd buy and sell yez all, so she would

We're sitting in Eddie Rocket's in Dundrum, for once up the bright end with the glass roof. Olivia is looking up interested and amazed at it. Her dad asks her if she'd like a glass ceiling on her room. And in a kind, patient, and mildy exasperated way, she explains,

'No, because then I'd just be looking up at the boards of the attic floor...' and she smiles in a head shaking sort of way, while her dad and me look at each other and laugh with faint chagrin.

There's nothing like a clever six year old to make you feel like an idiot.
At least we have her on our side.*

*Wait! No. I'm not so sure we do... crap!