Ms. R has taken it upon herself to want to do everything herself. Picking out her clothes, pouring her cereal/milk, buckling her seat belt... I know, she's almost 5. It's about time, it just seems like it's all of the sudden.
Yesterday we were talking about something or other and she gave me this look that I swear I will be getting from her in 10 years. A tolerating look that spoke volumes. Her eyes were simply arresting. All I could do was swallow and try not to smile back at her.