On the wonder of children

At a garden party on Saturday, I meet the most adorable little girl. She was only four, but very wise in life experience. I walked around the garden smelling flowers with her.
Me: “What does this one smell like?”
She: “Poo.”
When I met her mother, I was surprised to find out the little girl’s name is Rory. I said to her mother, “I was sure she must be an Amelia”. She loved the name Amelia and decided that I had a knack for names. Being pregnant, she asked if I could think up a name if the new baby is a boy.
Later in the evening when I saw the mother I said, “I have a great boy’s name”. “Yes”, she responded expectantly. “Name him Lucifer. You can call him Luke for short”. She laughed and laughed.