I swear to you, sometimes this stuff writes itself.

Julianna (the seven year old): Daddy when I turn 16, can I get a job as a scientist?
Me: A scientist?
J: Yeah, like you got a job at a golf course when you were 16.
Me: Yes, I did. But “ball boy” and “scientist” are two very different things.
J: Well, but, they’re both very dangerous.
Me: They are?
J: Yes. You could get hit by a golf ball. In the head!… And, I might explode because of the magic explodie potion.

“Magic explodie potion.” Direct quote.