Gracie: Put up the windows!!!! The air is messing up my guns!
James and I: What?? What are you talking about???????
Gracie: (pointing to her forhead) Well....these. What are these called again?
Me: (turning around to see what on earth she is talking about) You mean your bangs?
Gracie: Yes, my bangs. The air is messing up my bangs.
James and I: **Hysterical laughter**