Sometimes I swear I’m talking to a 20-year old when I have conversations with my daughter (who will turn eight in less than two weeks). She honestly says some things that are beyond her years. And then she’ll let out a whoop and swear the aliens are coming in the near future. I try my best to reconcile the fact that this is the same person. Regardless, today we had one of those really good talks, this time about growing up…
Lexi: When will I be a grown up?
Me: When you don’t have to ask me that question anymore.
Lexi: Huh?
Me: Never mind.
Lexi: No, tell me!
Me: What I’m trying to say is that you’ll know it. No need to try and speed it up.
Lexi: But I want to be grown up now!
Me: Don’t rush it. It’s not all it’s cracked up to be.
Lexi: When I’m an adult I can have my own daughters and give them money.
Me: Are you asking me for money?
Lexi: [laughing] Well, there is this one doll I want…
Me: You don’t even play with dolls.
Lexi: I would play with THIS doll. Continue reading “Chatting With Lexi: On Being a Grown Up”