Alice sits on the front step. I am tying her shoes.
Alice: I'm a little girl?
Me: Do you think you're a little girl?
Alice: (nodding) I think.
Me: Not a big girl?
Me: You used to be a baby.
Alice: I remember.
Me: Pretty soon you'll be a big girl. After that, you'll be a teenager. Then you'll be an adult, like me.
Alice: Not like you. Like Mummy.
Me: Right. And maybe you'll be a mummy, too. And then maybe you'll be a grandma. And then... you'll be an old lady.
Alice: An old lady.
Alice considers this. I finished tying her shoe a few moments ago.
She runs away with her arms trailing behind like some sort of superhero cape.