I'm driving my daughter to school yesterday, and as we drive I am telling her a story. The story is about a lion, the king of the jungle, and how some antelope escape being eaten by telling him he's not really the king because he can't fly. The lion goes and steals some wings from an eagle, jumps off a cliff and is smashed to bits.
Then Z says, "It's a good thing that was a boy lion. Because if it was a girl lion, she would have been smarter than that."