Niamh: Mama, do you know what my dream car is?
Me: No, what is it?
Niamh: A limousine
Me: Why?
Niamh: Cause you get to demand things from the guy driving.
Me: How is that different from when I drive and you demand things from me?
Niamh: You say no.
Love her. And she's right.
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Love her. And she's right.
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