On considering her mother’s nickname: “Maggie’s a funny name, Mommy. It kind of sounds like maggot.”
On getting philosophical about the future: “It’s going to be hard to choose a man to marry, because there’s no one I know and there’s no one I like.”
And finally, on demanding entry to her mother’s bedroom and hearing me call out, “Just a minute, I’m getting dressed!”
“That’s okay, Mommy! I promise I won’t laugh!”
Excuse my daughter; she’s only six.
Though in a way she’s sixty.