Lydia: When I grow up I want to be a hunt and a ballet.
Me: What's a hunt?
Lydia: I want to hunt all kinds of different animals....
Me [in brain]: Whaaa? Four-year-old girl has never before mentioned wanting to shoot animals. Doesn't add up.
Lydia: ...so if like they're lost or something I can find them and take them to their owners so they won't have to look for them.
Me: Oh! You want to find and save lost animals?
Lydia: Yeah, all kinds of animals.
Me: Great idea. [in brain: not to kill them]