"Look, Mom. This is my pet dragon."
Cringing, I said, "Oooohh! Is he gonna burn my house down with his fiery breath?"
"Oh no. He's not a fire-breathing dragon. He's a nice one. Do you want to know what his name is?"
"Daddy said that if I named him a silly name, he would be silly. And if I named him a strong name, he would be strong. And if I named him a smart name, he would be smart. His name is Humongo-saurus. That's a strong name."
Then the rest of the day, I was randomly asked to step around the place where Humongo-saurus was sleeping, or to fix some kind of food for Humongo-saurus to eat. It was fun. Aren't imaginations cool?