Overheard conversation

A little girl, maybe five or six years old, leaving dance class.  Calls out to her friend, similarly suited in pink and black. "Do you ever confuse yourself?"

"What?" from across the parking lot.

Being tugged along by her mother, craning her neck.  "Do you ever confuse yourself?"

A short pause.  "Yes," comes the answer.

"Me too," says the first ballerina.  "I confuse myself a lot."