The post for which Fiona gets an FBI file

A conversation at lunch today:

Fiona: Mommy, what does murdering mean?
Me: (Trying to figure out where Fiona heard about murdering) Um, it means killing someone. But no one should ever, ever kill someone else.
Fiona: I know Mommy. It's just for a story.
Me: Are you thinking up a story?
Fiona: Yes, in my head. It's about George Bush.
Me: (Snickering, then feeling guilty for snickering since George Bush IS the president.) We shouldn't talk about murder and the President, buddy.
Fiona: I know mommy.
A pause
Fiona: Mommy, I think some day George Bush will say sorry. Or die.

Dear Secret Service,

She's only four years old. Please don't start staking out our house.

Sincerely,
Me