Julia, in talking about a long-haired friend of hers: "She has a little bit more hair than me. What if she had hair down to her feet, Daddy?"
Me: "That would make it hard to walk; she'd probably trip a lot."
J: "What if this whole town was made of hair?"
Me: *silent flabbergastment*
J: "What if the moon was made of hair?"
Me: "Er, uh, well, uh... I guess we'd have to comb the moon."
J: "Comb the moon? That's impossible, Daddy!"
You got me.