supper time

So, Twin 1 looked pensive at the supper table...
Her: Mu-ummy....
Me: Yes, darling, what is it?
Her: When I'm dying, yeah?
Me: Well, I don't really want to think about it, but what?
Her: Well, d'you know what I'm going to do when I'm dying?
Me: What will you do, sweetheart?
Her: I'm going to eat cake.

I think my daughter has the soul of a very old woman.