Oh, Eden

Today I sweetly picked Eden up and carried her to the couch and said, "Eden, sometimes I wish I were taller so that I could carry you around like a baby."

[Earlier today I had seen a very tall parent at preschool with his daughter, carrying her and snuggling her as if she were two.]

Eden said, "Well, I'm getting taller, I'll be as tall as my dad."
Me: Then you'll carry me around like a baby?
Eden: NO WAY! I'm not that strong! You're as heavy as ten people on a stick!