My children are becoming increasingly independent.
They want to slice the cheese with the knife, they want to drive, they want to make money by checking under the couch cushions, they want to cut their own hair and pour their own juice.
It is an excitingly awesome yet painfully horrible phase to go through.
*clenching teeth* And so help me if they spill a bowl of cereal in the morning One. More. Tiiiiiiiiiimmmmmmeee..... eh hem.
Right now, a couple of them are all about picking out their daily outfits.
At least in this area I can boast with great pride that they inherited their amazingly awesome styling skills from me.
What can I say?
Sometimes I amaze myself.