M: I'm glad I'm gonna be grown up soon. Like a teenager.
M: Because then I can wear whatever I want. All the time.
Me: I guess that's true.
M: I'll still be funny though. Even when I'm grown up and a teenager. I'll always be funny.
And I'm not glad about any of it. Not one bit. Not the growing up and not the wearing whatever she wants. (I do enjoy her funny-ness though.) Also? Quick reminder - she's five.