Today my Ana turns 8.
And this was our phone conversation this morning:
Me: Happy Birthday Ana! Can you believe you're 8?
Ana: No, I can't.
Me: I know, me neither.
Ana: Yeah, when I started 2nd grade I felt decrepit and today I feel even more decrepit.
Me: (Silence, thinking to myself, "Is this what the new 8 sounds like?")
So today Miss Smarty Pants turns another year older, another year smarter, and another year funnier. I love this kid with all that I am.
Happy Birthday, Ana Banana!