Four years ago around Christmas time, we went to IKEA to buy a couch - specifically, a couch that came disassembled so that we could fit it through the door of our new apartment. As Matt and I looked for something tolerable, Emerson collected all the little do-dads she could find into a huge IKEA bag, put the straps over her shoulder, and announced - fairly loudly - Alright! Got everything I need! I'm going to Bethlehem town! - turned around, and started walking away.
Ophelia is a little bit older than Emerson was that year, but the confluence of ideas is just as pronounced.