Enough about you, what about me?

For her birthday last week, we took B out to dinner at her favorite spot (California Pizza Kitchen). We were asking her what she thinks being 5 would be like. She first rattled off stuff she knows her older sister, K does. I will like bagels with cream cheese (she currently prefers butter), I will bring my lunch to school (when she goes to Kindergarten), and then, I will do stuff all by myself without any help. Nana jumped in and said, "well you know, B, sometimes I still need help with some things - its ok to ask for help." and B says, "Nana, I know you still need help, but we are talking about ME!"