Doing school with Emma, age six in real life, age four at heart:
Karen: "Riddle, Emma.....I am on your face, sometimes I run, you use me to smell, I am your???"
Emma, brightly: "The sun!"
Karen, patiently: "No, Emma. It's on your face, and it smells."
Emma: "Oh! Lotion?" (like, duh!)
Karen, deciding to give her a hint: "No, Emma. Do my eyes smell?"
Karen: "Does my mouth smell?"
Emma, certain she's finally on the right track: "Yes!"
Karen, deciding to laugh rather than pull out her hairs: "Well....it does, but that's not what it's talking about...."