Sometimes it seems as if the Babe is a teenager or even an adult. This may be by attitude or word, depending on the moment. Of course I make sure to bring reality back- she's the child and we're the adults. The other day she was asking for something and I told her maybe. Her response was, "Well, maybe isn't as good as yes, but its better than no."
This morning she was funny. She was asking if Daddy and I had ever gone dancing together. Well, we've danced together, at weddings and such. That wasn't good enough. She wants us to go out on a date to go dancing. And to top it off, she wants to pick out my clothes and be my stylist. Yes, she said stylist. I have no idea how she learned that word.
In the meantime, she is still my cute, precocious little girl. Soon she will be turning five. I have to remind myself that she's getting older, and things that I tried to protect her from or do for her, she can do herself. And if she can't, its time I start teaching her. While it might be easier or faster if I just do certain things for her, it would look funny if she were a teenager who couldn't cut her own meat.
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