Here are some things I often say to Phoebe:

Yes, you can have butter on that.
No, Spongebob isn’t on right now.
Yes, it’s your turn to play on the computer.
Two plus two equals four.
Would you please be still?

She's five today, my wiggly, giggly girl. And as much as I love watching her learn and change and grow, part of me wants to pull her in my lap and hold her and whisper in her ear: Be still, be still, be still. Don't get any bigger. Not quite yet.


(Exhaustive Disney recap coming soon.)
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Chris said...

Dammit, why do you always have to post these "coming of age" messages that get me all wispy and teary?

Happy Birthday, Phoebe.