I have spent most of my day with this little spitfire. Her expressions are killing me today. Between her eyebrows going up and down to her commentaries I can hardly keep a straight face. We are having a “girls day” which has included eating candy, watching a movie, and having pancakes for supper. Now- she is up past her bedtime and feels like a rockstar. She promises not to tell the boys that we had a fun day (really, they are out having fun and “girls day” is a cover up) and that we took naps and were bored all day. She has been practicing not smiling when she tells them how boring today was.

We watched a movie on TV so there were commercials which she rarely sees. One was talking about women over 30. She looked me dead in the eye and said in a quiet voice, “Mom….do you think you will live past 30?” After I snorted out loud I told her, “Yes. I am sure of it. I am already 38.” Her eyes grew wide and she looked at me like I was something to behold. I imagined a thought bubble over her head, “MOM THE GREAT AND POWERFUL.” She turned away from me and whispered to herself, “I didn’t know that….that’s so amazing….already older than 30…sigh….”

Towards the end of the movie, we were eating crackers right out of the cracker bag. No bowl and on the couch (girls gone wild in her mind). I kept getting the crackers out with my fingers, while she would try to fit her whole hand in the little tube of plastic. Finally annoyed that I could get them out and she couldn’t she exclaims, “Mom! How come you can do it and I can’t? Your hands are bigger than mine!” Wanting to cash in on my “MOM THE GREAT AND POWERFUL” persona that I thought I had going on I replied, “Oh, wait until your a mom….you will have magic powers too.” Sadly she rolled her eyes and said, “Or…just longer fingers.”

Here ended my great and powerful day.