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It happened. ALREADY.

Yesterday, as I was in battle with my daughter, which is not an unusual event, she said IT. I couldn't believe my ears. I really didn't expect her to utter those words until she was at least 12 or 13. She is only 5.

The fight du jour was about proper attire. I told her that she could not wear her shorts and flip flops to school. She insisted that she wanted to. "It is raining and cold today," I informed her. She wasn't budging. I guess she gets her stubborn ways from her mother, because neither was I.

As we stood in the middle of her room, glaring at each other, I thought how hilarious the scene must look. This gorgeous, munchkin of a child, with the full attitude of a teenager, was trying to brow beat her mother.

I told her to get dressed, in the clothes that I had given her, and not to leave her room until she was ready for school. I turned to walk out and that's when my future flashed before my eyes.

With one hand on her hip and the other pointing to the doorway, she yelled, "GET.OUT.OF.MY.ROOM!"

I am seriously fucked in about 10 years.