Sometimes a child can come up with things that many adults fail to grasp.

The bratlet’s (aka my oldest) has always seemed a little…precocious. Not behavioral wise, thank God. She still asks like a young kid and happy with it, instead of rushing to grow up. She still believes in all the magic, still thinks kissing is gross and while she does have a ‘cutie pie’ as she calls him, she doesn’t seem interested in chasing boys around, dressing like a mini adult or any of the other things I’ve worried about.

But sometimes, man… that girl.

She was playing with a friend the other day. Now this girl is a year younger than her, but the girl likes to act like she’s already sixteen. Dresses like it. Boy-crazy. Loves to play super-model. The two couldn’t be more different.

The friend says to the bratlet, I wanna be rich.

And my heart almost burst when the bratlet said, Why? Money’s not everything.

The friend says, Yeah, but it lets you do stuff.

The bratlet laughs and just said, But I do stuff now.

Sniffle. I guess me and the DH are doing okay with her.