Earlier today my niece asked me:

“Mimi, why do we call babies and toddles and kids and teens and adults different? We’re all made up of the same stuff.”

She wanted to know why we categorize, when in her mind we’re all the same.

I told her:

“You’re right. We’re all the same and made of the same stuff. No one is better than anyone. At the same time, we’re all at different stages of life.”