You don't want her climbing on the table. It's all right. I don't mind. You were just the cutest thing. And that is how my favorite black sweater got permanently frosted with a layer of little white hairs.
Some people get grandchildren.
I get a cat. Not that I'm not complaining. I've been ready to have grandchildren. I look forward to it, actually. But I'm not ready for my children to have children yet.