I was watching Extreme Machines with Georgia yesterday, they were talking about Navy fighter pilots (like in Top Gun) and showing lots of footage of the jets in action. One of the clips they showed was the launch of a surface-to-air missile during the Vietnam war, it looked quite spectacular and prompted this conversation:
Georgia: Cor, would you like one of those Daddy? Shall we get one?
Me: What a missile?? I don't think so!
Georgia: Why?
Me: Well what would we do with it?
Georgia: (Thinks for a while) We could use it to kill horses...
Me: What? That's horrible! Why would we do that, you like horses don't you?
Georgia: Yeah, horses are nice, but they aren't very
good are they?
I think we have the beginning of a wicked sense of humour, or a personality disorder.