Me: Miranda, come here and cuddle with me.
Miranda: Okay, that’s enough. Let me go.
Me: One day, when you’re an old lady, you are going to wish you could have this time back for cuddling.
Miranda: I can still cuddle with you when I’m a grown up.
Me: But one day I’ll be gone and you won’t be able to.
Miranda: Well, then I will just cuddle your soul.