Miss Understanding.

So, the other day, we're over at Lisa's brother's house for a visit. Our six-year-old niece asks us to come hang out in her room, which--being good aunts--we do. Her birthday is just four days before my own, so when I noticed a little purse with the archer and the word "Sagittarius" stitched onto it, I picked it up and said, "Hey, we're both Sagittarius!" Lisa, sitting nearby, then correctly remarked, "Actually, we're all Sagittarius."

Hannah looked at me, put her hand on her hip, rolled her eyes, and said, "Uh, no, we're NOT. Because I EAT meat."

I stand corrected.