Grace [with a sweet, sad little voice]: Mom, when I grow up, I'm gonna miss you.
Me: I'll miss you, too, sweetheart.
Grace: But it's a good thing I'm gonna stay a little girl for for a very long time!
Sigh...It won't be as long as you think...
Grace: OK, Mom, here's our deal. As long as I'm little, you won't be old.
Well, I was wondering what the deal was. Now I know.
Grace [wistfully, and totally serious]: I wish...I wish... [pauses] I wish I was a mom 'cause then I'd have a baby by now!
Ummm...what happened to our deal? And might I remind you that you are 4 years old?!
Grace: Mom, when I'm as old as you, you'll be old.
She's a little too matter-of-fact with this age stuff.
Grace: I'm gonna stop doin' things like me and start doin' things like you. 'Cause I wanna do things like grown-ups.
Fortunately, she followed this up with examples of how she would be more obedient; most of them centered on going to sleep quickly when it's bedtime or taking a nap (because she only naps in the car...usually when I don't want her to take a nap, of course). Still, this is a perfect example of why there is at least one person in our circle of friends who refers to her as "The Precocious One."
Grace [putting together an alphabet puzzle, where the pieces go horizontally in alphabetical order]: Hmmm...that's funny. Where does the "R" go?
Me: Say the alphabet. Then you'll find it. [singing] LMNO...
Grace [singing quickly through the rest of the letters, and apparently not listening closely enough to herself]: PQRSTUVWXY&Z. Hey! There's no "R" in the alphabet!
Maybe she'll stay little just a little while longer...
Awwww...on the comment about missing you when she grows up. I'd just let her live with you forever if I were you!
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