Billie: “Hey, mom. You’re getting older.”
Me: “Why do you say that?”
Billie: “Because you’re getting fluffier.”
Me: “uh, thanks. Thanks, Billie.”
Billie: “No problem. Hey, mom!”
Me: “Yes, Billie?”
Billie: “If my finger was a person, your cheek could be the trampoline. BOINGY!  BOINGY! See? You’re bouncy everywhere!”
Me: “….Goodnight, Billie.”