I can’t believe my baby girl turned four today. I know every mother says that, but I’m just not ready. Most of the time, neither is she. I hear, “I wanna be your baby girl,” all the time.
So as we drove down the road today, on our way to pick up her balloons, she looked at me and said, “Oh, mommy! Did you remember to lock the door?”
“I don’t want anyone to steal my presents!”