Growing up too fast.

Last night I was pushing the girls in the stroller for a walk around the neighborhood.  We passed a bike with two small boys riding on it, boys about 7 or 8 years old.  Sophia says–imagine a thick southern accent, “Ooh Mommy, those boys are SO CUTE!”

This morning while I was in the bathroom fixing my hair a bit, Sophia came in frown-faced with her hands on top of her head, “Mom, my hair looks so funny.”
I said, “Well, do you want me to use the blow-dryer on it?”
She hollered, “No! I need a pretty hair bow!”

Ah. Life is fun right now.