AJ came over Friday night for a sleepover, which makes me unable to resist pulling out and adding to my Sleepover Anthology:
Do you think they’ll still let me put them in matching jammies and take their pictures when they’re fifteen?
And OhMyGoodness they are already WAY closer to fifteen than I’m able or willing to adjust to.
I seriously cannot believe how un-babyish they are proving themselves to be, playing Candyland with no adult help,
Listening to them making up stories about fighting bad guys, planning parties and marrying Princes,
singing songs together nearly on pitch,
having tickle fights,
teaching each other how to cuss (Ali: “Hey AJ – say ‘AWWW MAN!!!’” … AJ: “AWWW MAN!!!” … Ali: “Good job!! AWWW MAN!!!!”),
and in general interacting like REAL LIVE LITTLE GIRLS.
If little girls weren’t so stinkin’ fun, this growing up thing would make me all mushy and sentimental.