First, she thought she would save me time by painting her own toenails. They needed more pink.
Then, I was being too slow and not picking the right items for our dinners for the next couple of weeks. She decided to fill it in for me.
And then... she needed to teach me how to fold the laundry because for the past twenty plus years I've been doing it all wrong...
She's growing up. And even though sometimes she can be "that child" that makes me want to scoop her up and run away from public, I love every kissable square inch of her.
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