Just now she asked when she was going to a teenager.
We've been talking about how DQ will be 13 on 11/11/2011.
K thinks it's got to be something cool, but truly has no idea what we're talking about.
I answered, "in 9 LONG years honey."
"Ooh I can't wait!" she says.
I can, believe me.
Then trying to get her dressed left her long hair a mop and all over her face.
"K, please go get a scruncher for your hair."
5 minutes later...
"MOM! I can't find a scwunchuh!!! All I found is this KNIFE!"
It was a finger nail file.
Oh my girl, the sweet thing that wears her "Dorothy" costume to the baseball field.
She tells her new friend, "I'll be 5 at my next birfday."
"How many more days mom?"
"Is that a long time?"
It will be here in a blink of an eye.