C: When I am 13 I will stop liking you and babies.
Me: Huh. The other night you said you wouldn’t stop liking me until you were 15.
C: Well, when I am 13 I will stop liking you *with* me. When I am 15, I will stop liking you helping me find my way.
Sounds like C is fully prepared to be a teenager. I have 9 years to soak up her liking me, and 11 years to make sure she has found a good way. Wish me luck.