Katelyn was getting into her pajamas. She came to me, frustrated that she couldn't get the shirt off over her head.
Aunalee said, "Well, Katelyn, you are growing."
To which I responded, "Growing? Not my Katelyn. She can't grow. I need her to stay little."
Katelyn said, laughing, "Mom, I have to grow. If I don't grow up, I'll never get to see my grandkids."
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