She obviously doesn’t need help with her new bow and arrow.
summer mornings:
“Mama, can you do this for me?”
“Mama, can you get this for me?”
“Mama, can you make this for me?”
“Mama, can you etc., etc., etc., for me?”
In my head: “Really? You’re almost seven years old. Do it yourself. Grow up already!”
summer afternoons:
“Bye, Mama!” after a quick hug in front of camp.
In my head: “Really? You don’t want me to walk you to the door? You can find your class by yourself? STOP GROWING UP SO FAST!”
YES!!!