Will she be asking to meet for coffee next?
As I kissed my daughter goodnight and exited the bedroom, my wife offered to sing her customary song before following me downstairs.
“No, Mommy,” Clara said. “No song. Let’s talk.”
“You want to talk?” Elysha asked, unsure if she had heard correctly.
“Talk to me for a while, Mommy,” my three year old requested.
Did my daughter just take her first tiny step toward womanhood?
