So complimentary

Danger Monkey, age 7, crawling and snarling: “If I was a cheetah, I would eat you. You have lots of meat.”

Me: “Uh… Thank you? I think.”

This is rank

Me: “Are you going to be a princess for Halloween?”

Little Miss Thing, age 5: “I’m Elsa. I’m a queen. Queens are higher than princesses.”

Me: “You are not in charge of your brother.”

Little Miss Thing, age 5: “I know I’m not in charge. I just tell him things to do. And he has to do them.”