Yesterday, as Holland was slipping her foot into a pair of my heels, she asked, "Mommy, would you mind if I wear a pair of your heels to the wedding?"
Then the other day we were driving down the road and she spotted a boy, a few years older than her, sitting on a bench. She said,
"Mommy, do you see that boy over there?"
I said, "Yeah".
"Well, I want to marry him when I get older".
"You do?", I asked (very suprisingly).
"Because I think he's handsome".
Then on a completely different day a few weeks ago, she asked me, "Mommy, when I get older can I color my hair?" (you might have to get out the checkbook, grandma!) : )
I thought we had at least 10-12 more years before these conversations started.......