Lizzie: Mama, may I go to the party tomorrow? I only have a cold.
Lizzie: Yay!!! (pause)
Lizzie: What if I make a friend?
Me: That's good.
Lizzie: Well, only if she looks like me?
Lizzie: Because I like looking at myself.
I don't "make up" interesting stories; I just happen to be near them when they transpire.