Right now, she has a friend over for a sleepover. Every time I poke my head in the room to see how the girls are doing, I hear things like, "Mom alert!" and "Good-bye!" Now, just wait a second here - I'm so uncool that an alarm must be sounded when I come in range? Geez.
In the morning, the kid and I are headed to a pet expo out of town. I'm volunteering with the Boxer Rescue booth and she's volunteering at the reptile booth. I probably won't even see her for most of the day. And she's already talking about going out east this summer (without me, to visit my family).
The fact that she's growing more independent means that I'm doing my job, right? Right?
|The photo is blurry because I only had a second to take it before it was suggested to me that I should move along and find other things to do with my time.|