............I can "squish" the meatloaf for you, Mom!
....I'm too old to drink out of sippy cups now...
...I'm not supposed to ride in a carseat anymore....
...no more little-girl hairbows for me--just clippies! (this one is definitely NOT going to fly!)
And, terror of terrors:
...am I old enough to wear heels yet, Mom?
Just about when my Mama-heart was about to quake within me, she woke up one morning and said sleepily, "I wish you could still pick me up like when I was little, Mommy." Whew...there's still some little girl left in there, after all :).