I love my niece.

You have no idea how much. She was cracking us up in the car, and then this little exchange happened.

Guy: *stands on the side of the road waiting for us to go by*
Me: When you see people standing like that, you need to scream at them to freak them out.
Desi: I don't like people.
Me: I don't either.
Desi: I need to shoot them.
Me: *laughing* Well, I wanted to do that, but they told me I would go to jail.
Desi: And then I wouldn't have Aunt Kymmie.
Me: Nope.
Desi: That's okay. I'll shoot them for you.

My mother, btw, was laughing too hard to talk during this little conversation.