So 6 of 8, our resident five year old diva, is kicked back on the sectional the other day, legs crossed, bobbed hair tucked behind her ears, nonchalantly thumbing through the latest American Girl catalog.
I look over at her, taking in all the posture. She looks as poised as Grace Kelly in the scene from Rear Window, where Grace's character is reclining on the window seat, flipping through the pages of Vogue.
"6 of 8," I say to her. "You are the cutest stinkin' thing I've ever seen. What am I going to do with you?"
She licks her thumb, applies it to the page of her periodical, slides her eyes over to me for a second and says, "Keep me."
She's a cool thing, that one....