Once again definitive proof that my child was not switched at birth.
It's hard to believe that the little girl who didn't know how to dress herself back in September now just refuses to dress herself. Before it was "I don't know how" and now it's just "Dressing yourself is for chumps because I know my parents will do it and if they don't, I still have no issues with public nudity." It's also hard to believe that the child who didn't know how to share back in September now knows she is supposed to share. Not that she does it but dammit, she knows it's expected. I love that my daughter is still defiant and that one of her first leaps into conformity / working for the man hasn't broken her spirit.
So for you my child, I play some Alice Cooper and try not to think so hard about how much you've grown up in the past nine months. Come September you will go to a new school filled with big fish and I really believe this last year has prepared you to hold your own. Because as much as I try not to think about it, my job is to arm you with the strength to be an independent and confident fish, even if that means I have to let you explore the oceans without me. Damn it's going to be lonely in this here anemone.
the smile reserved for candy stores and last day of school