My son (Forrest) was teasing me one day after I captured a spider and let it outside instead of killing it.
Forrest: "Why didn't you just kill that spider?"
Me: "I like spiders - just not in the house. Besides, I think they have as much right to life as anything else in this world."
Forrest: "Oh my god - you are such a hippie!"
Me: "I'm not a hippie."
Sammi (jumping to my defense): "So what if Daddy likes spiders? That doesn't make him a hippie! I like spiders too - am I a hippie?"
Forrest: "No, you're just a lunatic."
Sammi (getting in her brothers face): "Ooooh! Look at me- I'm a hippie from the 80's! I love spiders!"
Forrest: "Get outta my face you psycho!"
Sammi: "What else do hippies say Daddy?"
Me (smiling): "Groovy baby!"
Sammi (making peace signs with her fingers and getting back in her brothers face): "Groovy, groovy, groovy! I'm a hippy from the 80's and I looooove spiders. GROOOOOVY BABY!!!"
Forrest (leaving the room in defeat): "Why does she have to be such a weirdo?!?"
Sammi then plopped down beside me with a huge, triumphant grin on her face: "I'm not really a hippy from the 80's Daddy."
Me (feigning surprise): "You're not???"
Sammi: "Nope. I just really like teasing Forrest. Besides, I would've definitely squished that spider..."