That, my friends, is the world my four-year old lives in.
Full of rainbows and butterflies.
She wants to be an artist, or a teacher, or an art teacher, or a dentist, or a swim instructor, or a construction worker. Or a magical fairy. When she grows up.
It's not that I don't want her to grow up. It's just that I want this time so badly. When she's small and vulnerable and skipping around the house singing Elmo tunes.
I'm turning in paperwork tomorrow for her kindergarten registration. Tomorrow is the due date. I guess I've waited until the last minute. Not because I doubt our decision, but because I can't believe the time is here.
Don't grow up too fast, okay?