leaving home

This morning Anna Claire came to eat breakfast and she was very upset by her plate of food. In my usual, matter-of-fact mode I told her that was her breakfast. This was the conversation that followed:

Anna Claire: "Mommy! I am very close to not living with you anymore!
Me: "What does that mean?"
Anna Claire: "That means I'll live by myself!"
Lizzie: "Anna Claire, you're not big! You can't fix your own food."

So funny!