It's hard to remember she's only five years old sometimes.
I had ripped my thumbnail opening a package of pancake mix, and I was nibbling at the nail.
Rachel [indignantly]: Mommy, stop biting your nails.
Me: Oops, you're right, I better go get the clippers.
Rachel [sounding very teenage snotty]: Hah! So, who's the mommy now?
I figured I had another nine years til I had to put up with this level of snark.