Even flowers have to grow up

Brynn went in to my bathroom last night and I could hear her pulling out the scale. A minute late she comes tearing out of the bathroom... “It isn’t fair,” she laments. “It just isn’t fair.”

L: What isn’t?
B: I’m growing up. I mean I’m even getting bigger. It just isn’t fair.
L: No, that’s good. You want to grow up and get bigger. You’re supposed to do that. That’s why they call it growing.
B: Really? I should grow. Like flowers?
L: Yes, you should grow like flowers.
Grace: Watch out, flowers die!
B: What??

Oh my, mortality comes up a lot around here.