"I think I'll go skiing tomorrow."
"What?! No, what about me?"
"Um...you and your sister will be at school, which is why I can go skiing tomorrow."
"I hope there's a blizzard."
"That would be great!"
"I hope there's a blizzard and a rock slide."
Gee, I don't know whether to be happy that Lizzie loves me so much or a little weirded out that she hopes I get buried by a blizzard and a rock slide.