Monday, March 26, 2012

Bedtime conversations

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.

Me:  OK.

Molly:  Actually, Mom, I'll turn ten. But don't worry, I will NOT turn eleven or twelve.


Whimsy-ma-blog said...

I love that girl. But 10 is too old. Five, tops.

Molly said...

What will she be like at 10? Fuzzy-haired, fat-cheeked, fearless? Time for Uncle Matt to threaten the shrinking machine. Nothing strikes terror in my children quite like that.

susanswenton said...

She's a riot.