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The bittersweet sorrow of being 4.

December 26th, 2012 · No Comments

Ari looked at me this morning as she was getting dressed. She was still shirtless, but wearing some rainbow striped black pants..

“Guess what, Mommy”
“Hmm?”
I’m starting to grow my boobs out! See? This part [Pulls her nipple outward] is getting longer!”
At this point I cracked up laughing. I couldn’t help myself. But then I put on a serious face, and explained that this wouldn’t happen until 13 or so. She was crushed, and I hugged her and asked why that mattered. Her response?

“Because I really want to be your age.”

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