The "scope" of the matter

My friend's three-year-old is one of my favorite people on the planet. She insisted on joining us for manis/pedis yesterday (she initially picked out the green glitter polish, which I encouraged but her mother wisely found an alternate to), and also insisted on sitting next to me (tear). I asked her what she wants for Christmas, and her answer is one of the reasons I love her so much: "A telescope, a microscope and a stethoscope. And a guitar." Because she IS only three, after all. LOVE. THIS. KID.