This kid. She’s spending the weekend with her cousins, and as she packed her bag, I saw her put in a few eyeglass wipes.
“I got those from St. Nick. Very handy,” she told me.
Just the other day, her older sister was razzing her, and I braced myself for an escalation. Instead, I heard Lola scoff, and go, “Miss C, you need to get over yourself.”
And then there was her response and desire to step up during her little brother’s hospitalization … it’s not as obvious as a first step or a lost tooth, but witnessing my little ingénue flex some maturity is no less amazing and exciting.