Lily: I'll still love you even when I'm a grandma and you are dead.
Lily: I love you even though you don't like things in-between your toes. Like, you know. You don't like cereal between your toes. Or chicken nugget crumbs.
Lily: When I grow up I want to be a designer.
Me: What do you want to design for a job?
Lily: Seashells for the beaches in San Diego.
