She was a precocious 3-year-old:
* [To me] “I love you very much—and I will not bite you anymore!”
* [To me] “I don’t need you anymore, but I’m letting you stay here because I love you.”
And then she became a teenager …
* [When I came home with bring pink sneakers] “Does Daddy know about those?”
* [To me] “If you dropped dead right now, Mom, I would think, Thank god the nagging has stopped!”
* [Looking contemptuously at my sturdy shoes] “Where do you think you are—the Midwest?”
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