Today you walked into the living room wearing a princess dress and carrying a pistol.
You needed a whakker to kill the fly on your window. You had to dress like a boy to accomplish the feat so you stripped down to your new spiderman underwear to irradicate the nuisance from your room. You hit the fly so hard that it lodged in the whakker and became a trophy to bring to me cat-like. Look, Mommy, I killed the fly, cause . . . cause I'm a superhero.