The Breaking Point

Fiona crawls up on Mommy's lap and lays across her.

Fiona: I'm a baby.
Mommy: You are?
Fiona: Yeah.

From here on we'll put her parents' questions in bold and Fiona's answers will be unbolded.

That means you'll have to sleep in a crib.
Okay.

And wear a diaper.
Okay.

You won't be able to walk. Babies crawl.
Okay.

Oh, and you won't be able to pick your clothes out yourself. Mommy and Daddy will pick them for you.
Okay.

We'll have to get rid of most of your toys.
Okay.

Your horse is too hard, so you can't have that.
Okay.

And most of your stuffed animals have buttons or beaded eyes. Babies can't have that.
Okay.

And you won't be able to eat your Halloween candy.

Fiona jumps up and stands on the ground.

Fiona: I'm not a baby any more.