The kids were talking about how old they will turn on their next birthdays...
Me: Well, I may have to get out the "grow-be-gone" powder and not let you get any older.
Me: Remember, you already agreed to the deal that I would let you keep growing if you promised to always hug me and tell me you love me, no matter how tall you get, right?
Harrison: Yes, Mom (exasperated sigh).
Me: Maybe I should make you guys sign a contract or something...
Harrison: Mom...now you've gone too far.