I saw her mature face in the rear view mirror as we backed out of the driveway this morning. I whistfully asked, "Ella, when did you get so big?"
She immediately pooched out her stomach and patted it with satisfaction, and replied, "I guess its all those carrots and dip."
Better than the day when I asked if she'd always be my little girl, and she replied, "Yeah, until one of us get dead or something."
