Road trip to Chicago's Midway airport:
Maddie: I'm going to marry Isaac (her 10-yr old brother).
Mommy: Isaac? Will Isaac make a good husband?
Maddie (emphatically): YES!
Mommy: What does a good husband do?
Maddie: Scoops the (incoherent murmur...) away...
Maddie: No...scoops the CLOUDS away.
Mommy: Why does he do that?
Maddie: So I can see the sun.