Gilana: Mom, I really need to get rid of my bed.
Mom: But I made it for you.
G: Well, I am going to be four soon.
M: You will still fit in your bed when you are four.
G: Well, it needs to change.
M: I don't think so.
G: But after four, I will be five.
M: That is true. When you are five we can talk about it.
G: But I am three now and three year olds say really funny things.
M: Oh, that is true.
Gilana was apparently finished with the conversation and went about making her bed and fussing about the room. The end.
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