Know your place.

Brianna sure was a firecracker today. She lectured the cat for a while about his behavior, then had a chat with the computer about the dolls she was thinking about making on Barbie's website. Also, she does this thing sometimes where she randomly talks in a southern accent, so when I decided to order pizza for dinner she solemnly declared that our pepperoni thick crust was named 'Billuh Bawb Jownz.' Strange, strange duck. Leigha had girl scouts this evening. It really does amaze me how apparent it is lately that she's growing up. Even in little things. Like this evening when Jason went to get the pizza they made it wrong and had to get a new one for us so he didn't get back until it was just about time to take her. Without having been prompted to get ready by anyone she came downstairs already decked out in sneakers and a hoodie saying, "Where's dad?" I guarantee you if it was two minutes to time for Bri to ride a magical pink glittery unicorn through a cotton candy meadow while listening to merry go round and Christmas music and eating ice cream sprinkled with candy bars, she would still be upstairs, in her room, coloring. Completely oblivious. Possibly naming a toy Billy Bob Jones, for that matter.