You know you've had a good day when a four-year-old invites you to join his superhero squad, blows a wish for you on a dandelion and smothers you with cheek kisses.
While my friend L-girl and I were walking through the park, her son called out from the safety of his stroller, "You're nothing but a stinky pickle!"
"What did you say?" his mom asked, bracing to give a scolding. Then he reached his arm out from under the stroller canopy, without bothering to show his face, to implicate me.
"She said it," he fibbed, withdrawing his accusing pointer finger.
"Wouldn't that be funny if I did say random stuff like that?" I mused. "Hey, that could be my superpower!"
My friend elaborated by saying I'd arrive on a crime scene and stun the bad guys with my irrevelant inferences. All hail Non Sequitur Girl!