"Why can't I breathe fire?"
"Not all dragons do," I explained.
"Why can't I fly?"
"You're not... that kind of dragon."
She stomped her foot, "I'm a useless dragon then!"
"Not at all!" I reconsidered my answer and hugged her, "Actually, you could learn how to fly."
"I could?"
"In a few years you can get a pilot's licence, and once you do, I'll give you any plane you want."
And she bounced in the way all small excited humans do.