That would be my daughter. A 13 year old stuck in a 5 year old's body. It is clearly driving both of us insane. She screams "I hate you!" so much at me that I'm pretty sure I should just change my name to it. She will tell me that I annoy her (oh really? Join the club, missy!) and that she "really doesn't care for" me (she gets that from me - I will use that line when they tell me they "hate" something since I don't like hearing "hate" out of their little mouths). It's a joy.
Some moments I am so convinced that she is in her teen years that I wonder if I should start looking up information for the best acne treatments or the rules on make up application.
But then.....on a dime she will turn. Sweet and cute and adorable with her little voice saying "I'm sorry Mommy. I love you bigger than this whole house!" and I will forgive her....as I brace myself for her teen years.