Conversation with my 4-year-old neighbor

I was in my communal backyard today, helping out with a project. My  4-year-old neighbor, who talks too much like me, and her friend are outside playing and see me. This kid likes to talk to me every once in a while, so we talked about high heels, being clumsy and Disney movies. Then, before I go back inside the townhouse, I say to my husband, who is also outside, "Well, I'm going to go back in now. I'll be up stairs."

The kid, who is only wearing a purple bathing suit, looks at me and asks, "What are you doing upstairs?"

I reply, while wearing sweatpants and a sweatshirt, "I'm going to go work."

"That's where you work?"

"Yup."

"Well, I go to preschool."

"Well, that sounds like fun."

"Yeah, it is. They have a lot of cool toys...and I know my classmates. You should meet my bestest ever friend, Betty, she's a really good person; but she whines a lot."

Then I dismissed myself from the preschoolers and went back inside. All in all, this was a pretty intelligent conversation.