Two things about me: Child lover. Natural teacher.

Walking the dog, we approach Little Girl who barks loudly at us from her stoop:

LG: (stops barking) Hey, i'zat your dog?
Me: Yep.
LG: That's a big dog. Is it a girl or a boy?
Me: She's a girl.
LG: Oh.
Me: (start to walk away) Okay, well...
LG: I bet that dog bites. Do your dog bite?
Me: It depends.
LG: Oh.
Me: How about you?
LG: Me what?
Me: Do you bite?
LG: (shocked) NO!
Me: Never?
LG: (thinking) Well...I bit my brother once cuz he wouldn't leave me alone.
Me: I see. What was he doing?
LG: Bugging me in my room. Screaming and yelling. I told him to get out and he wouldn't.
Me: So you bit him?
LG: Not hard.
Me: Hmm.
LG: He's always messing with me. I hate it.
Me: He sounds like a real pest.
LG: He is. Everyday, it's like... I'm just sitting there and he starts bugging me. For no reason.
Me: He deserves to get bit, right?
LG: (laughing) Yeah.
Me: Kinda like little girls who, out of nowhere, just start growling and barking at a dog that's walking by minding its own business. They deserve to get bit too, huh?
LG: (runs inside)