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.
3 comments:
I love that girl. But 10 is too old. Five, tops.
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.
She's a riot.
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