She has a head like mine

This afternoon we were in the car on our way to J's school soccer game. A started talking about someone named Casey and how she was a friend of J's. She seemed to know a lot about this girl. Only problem is, J doesn't know anyone named Casey. When J pointed this out, A became very frustrated and insisted there is a girl named Casey on his soccer team. Figuring A was probably mispronouncing the name and Casey was in fact a friend of J's, I asked A if she could tell me what she looks like. I got the following answer, "Well, she's a girl and she has you know, a head, like mine!" We still don't know who Casey is, but at least there won't be any headless players at the soccer games.