Who knew toast could make you feel old?Sunday morning, I got the wonderful priviledge of sleeping in (yes, I was thrilled to still be in bed at 8:15am). J let me rest while she was getting ready for work. As I was laying there, I heard some noise in the kitchen - some one was making toast. I'm thinking to myself, "What's Nadia doing up so early?" I get out of bed, stumble into the kitchen, and see Taylor at the counter putting butter on her toast. She says, "Sorry to wake you, I was getting hungry."
First she doesn't need me to make toast, then she won't need me to check her homework, then she won't need me to provide a home for her...time sure does fly...and I feel really old having a daughter that can make her own toast.
