Last night:
Me: Good night, darlin'.
Her: Good night, pops. Uh... papa?
Me: Yes?
Her: Could you and mama only get me maybe one present each for next Christmas?
Me: Really? Just one each? Hmm, let's discuss that again when we're closer to Christmas.
Her: Okay.
Me: And what about your birthday in February? How many presents do you want then?
Her: Well, you know, I'm not really into the present thing.
Me: No?
Her: No! I mean, there's only so much space in my room.
That's true. She's out of shelf space, and her big wish is to get some of Amy's bookshelves when Amy revamps her library and puts in the SHELVES-OF-DOOM (I think that must always be in all-caps).