Who needs a boy?

So, I'm reading a story to Nat in bed the other night. It was a counting book. On the "4" page, there were 4 deer. A buck, two doe and a fawn. Nat points to the fawn and says, "a little deer! I'm going to shoot it."
"You are?" I asked.
She points to the buck and says, "Daddy can shoot that one." To the doe "and you can shoot that one, and Jules can shoot that one."
I asked, "oh, and Jules can shoot that one?"
Nat says, "when she's grown up."
"When she's grown up?"
"Yeah, when she's grown up. She's growing up. We're both growing."
(as I wipe the tear from my eye)