Molly: Mom, Oma said she doesn't want me to turn five next year.
Me: Yeah, it would be okay with me if you stayed four.
Molly: But, Mom, I just want to turn five and then six. And then I will stop and be your little girl forever.
Me: You'll always be my little girl, baby.
Molly: Actually, Mom, I'll turn seven, then eight, then nine, but I won't turn ten.
Molly: Actually, Mom, I'll turn ten. But don't worry, I will NOT turn eleven or twelve.