A few days ago, I was getting the children dressed for bed, following their evening bath.
Carolyn was the last one out of the tub and while I was helping her in to pajamas, she was gazing in to the full length mirror, just over my shoulder. As I was pulling on her pant legs, she sighed in to my ear, "You are so beautiful. I love you SO much..."
Obviously, I assumed that she was talking to me - seeing as I was the only one in the room.
But when I responded to my four-year-old daughter, "I think you are beautiful and I love YOU, too!" She shushed me and said in a tone that sounded quite unlike any four-year-old I've ever heard, "MOM, I'm not talking to YOU. I'm talking to the girl in the MIRROR."
Then she sighed and rolled her eyes.
It took a lot of restraint for me not to say, "You roll your eyes at me again and I'll roll you straight across this floor!!"
Hello!! This is four? I suspect the teenage years are going to be paved with lollipops and roses. And maybe if I'm lucky - a weekend furlough.