Growing Up

On a recent trip to a well-known drug-store, me with four adorable young ones, get out of the car and stop in the parking lot to chat.  Out of the blue, the one, not as young one states the following: "Whenever we go places I hope there are boys there around my age, older then me, but not too much older, just a little bit."  To which I reply, "And why do you hope that?"  To which she answers, "I just hope they think I'm pretty." 

This is what happens when you buy a book for your "wishes she was at least a tween" daughter that has a title starting with the words "A Girl's Guide to..." whatever it is.  In this case, becoming a young woman and all its wonders.  So I guess I now have 3 adorable young ones and one pretty one. 

As hard as it is to see them grow up, it's also fun to go do things with them they couldn't do when they were little.  Times and Seasons.