LP, holding herself: "Mommy, I have to go to the bathroom"
Me, in the middle of eating dinner: "So go."
LP, more insistently: "I want you to come with me."
Me, standing up, sighing: "Let's go."
LP, stabbing me in the heart: "Mommy, when I get big, I won't need you any more."
Me, dying a bit on the inside: "Big? You mean like me?"
LP, twisting the knife: "Big. Like kindergarten."
Me, holding out hope: "Won't you still need me to drive you places?"
LP, indicating our surroundings: "But I won't need you for, like, this."
Later, still sitting in the bathroom.
Me, clipping LP's toenails: "Stop moving!"
LP: "Don't cut my skin."
Me, getting frustrated: "I won't! Hold still!"
LP, channeling the Hoos: "Don't cut my skin...dammit!"