Miss B. got new panties recently. She has a serious underwear fetish. I constantly have to tell her to put her dress down and stop showing people her undies. Her new princess panties sparked a conversation that went like this:
MB: Mommy, why don't you wear princess panties?
Me: Well, they don't make princess panties for grownups.
MB: I'm sad for you that you can't have princess panties.
Me: Yes, that is sad. Poor me.
MB: I think it's sad to be a grownup. I think you don't get to have much fun things like princess panties. I don't think you should be a grownup anymore, you should be a kid kike me. Then you could have more fun.
Me. It would be great to be a kid again, but it doesn't work that way.
MB: Well you said I could be anything I wanted. Can you be anything you want?
Me: I suppose if i tried hard enough.
MB: Well you should try hard to do more fun things.
Having this conversation with her made me realise more than ever how much they do notice things. And she's right, I need to try harder to do more fun things.