The other day, Chloe was walking around the house singing the Weeble's theme song. In case you either don't remember it from when you were a child, or you don't have a preschooler now, it goes like this:
"Weebles wobble, weebles wobble, weebles wobble, but they don't fall down."
After a few minutes of singing, she asked me why weebles don't fall down. I told her that the way they were shaped made it so they couldn't fall down. And the conversation just went downhill from there.
Chloe: I wish I could be like a weeble and never fall down. That would be good, huh?
Me: It sure would! I wish I never fell down, too. (If you know me very well, you know I wasn't just saying that.)
Chloe: Do you want to be a weeble then, Mommy?
Me: No. I think I would look pretty funny if I were a weeble.
Chloe: Yeah. If you were a weeble you'd be a big fat one. I wouldn't though. I'd be a really skinny weeble. Right, Mom?