What evidence do I have of this? After all, she still wears elastic waisted jeans. She still comes in our bed in the morning for a snuggle. She still has me brush her hair in the morning. And she still wants to hang out with me on weekends.
But then I found THIS in our basket among her loot from the dollar bins at Target.
"Do you know what this is???"
Yes, it's a lint roller.
"We don't care about lint. Why do you need one of these? Do you think this is a good use of your allowance money?"
Well . . . . Grandma and Grandpa always have them at their house. So I thought it would be very grown up to have a lint roller.
"No! Put that back right now! You are nine years old!! You are not old enough to have a lint roller!!!"
Thank goodness she is still little enough to have said "Ok, Mama."