This is not a joke.
Emma (almost 6) is already packing for college. She picked out some nice looking shoe boxes that she found in the mess of moving boxes and asked if she could please have them. When I asked what she needed them for, she told me quite seriously that they were just the thing she had been looking for so she could pack for college. I don't believe she's in a hurry to get there, but when the time comes she'd like to have all her special things along.
She can also see into my future, apparently. While sitting through her great grandma Dorothy's funeral service I caught her gazing at me. "You're gonna be a grandma some day," she whispered. "Yes, I hope so, when you grow up and have children, " I replied. Then there was a long (should I say pregnant?) pause, while she gazed at me some more, and fingered my hair. "'Cause I see all that white hair streaming down."
I just hope that she goes to college before I'm a grandma.