Hanna: Mommy, for Christmas, I really want somebody to get me a sweet little baby pig. That way I could love it and hold it, and when it gets big we can eat it.
Me: But wouldn't you love it too much to eat it, you know, after you love it and hold it as a baby?
Hanna: No, because somebody would probably get me a boy, and I do NOT love big boy pigs.
Hanna, my dear girl, sometimes you make things ridiculously easy!