Since we were young, people have told us that we were old souls. Wise beyond our years. In other words, a lot like Lilo, who we’re pretty sure is an adult stuck in a little (adorable) kid’s body:
She makes her own toys (and presumably their clothes).
She’s able to logic.
Her vocabulary is exemplary.
She prefers records to CDs.
She’s very calm in crisis situations.
She knows the difference between good and bad.
She understands consequences.
She knows about contracts.
Even her tantrums are dignified and matter-of-fact.
There you have it: old soul Lilo. She knows what’s what.