Bedtime conversation with Miss O tonight:
MISS O: I wish the week were eight days long so there could be a three-day weekend every week.
ME: That would be awesome. Maybe I'll send a letter to whoever's in charge of the weeks.
MISS O: Oh, you mean [doing air-quotes with her fingers] "God"?
ME: What? Where'd you get that from?
MISS O: Don't some people believe that [doing air-quotes again] "God" is in charge of the weeks?
ME: [amused by her early-onset atheistic cheekiness] Uh... I don't know. I guess... maybe.
MISS O: Well, I don't believe in [air-quotes] "God."
MISS O: So... what does it mean when you do this [air-quotes] with your fingers?