We seem to be moving at warp speed around here in the maturity department. It feels like I dropped off a Kindergartener and pick up a High Schooler. Here is how our conversations go when I pick up Emma from school.....
Me: Hi Honey how was school?
Emma: Fine.
Me: What did you do today?
Emma: Not much.
Me: No I mean really, what did you do? did you have fun?
Emma: Yeah.
So then we have to commence with the tickling until she spills all the details. Im hoping that will still work when she is in High School, although I am afraid that by then she may have figured out how truley uncool I really am....
