Point, counterpoint

From George
Gwen: (Happily) When I get older, I'll be able to do anything I want!
(Pause)
Gwen: (Sadly) But when I get older, you and Mama are going to die.

I reassure her that Mama and I are going to be around a long time, and we'll even be around when she has daughters of her own.

Gwen: (Happily) When I get older, I'll have many, many daughters!
Me: How many?
Gwen: (Happily) One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, thirteen, sixteen, thirteen, fourteen, eighteen, nineteen!
(Pause)
Gwen: (Sadly) But sometimes they won't do what I want.