Me: Good morning, Cami!
Cami: Hey! I'm nine!
Me: Yes, you are!
Within the hour:
Cami (on her knees on the floor with tears streaming down her cheeks): I wish it was tomorrow! I don't want to be nine!
Me: Honey, you'll still be nine tomorrow.
Cami (with great angst at the unfairness of time's passing): But I don't WANT to be nine! I want to be five again!
(Why five, I'm not totally sure.)
Lunch and library time will make it all good again.
That, and the Holy Spirit comforting her heart. He is good, and He is for her.