Every year, on the kids’ birthdays, I write them a letter. I tell them about their year, the things they like, highlights of the year, major milestones and how much they are loved. Every year, the date of my letters are becoming less exact as the years get busier and busier. So it’s time to carve out an hour today and get my girl’s letter done. Because over this past weekend, she turned into a 6-year-old.
Last year, I also started a little questionnaire to record the small things she likes. Only a few things changed from last year’s answers but that’s what growing up is. Little unnoticeable changes until all of a sudden, a grown up is staring back at you. Disclaimer: I didn’t author this questionnaire, I found it on the interwebs somewhere.
1.What is your favorite color?
2. What is your favorite toy?
3. What is your favorite fruit?
4. What is your favorite tv show?
5. What is your favorite thing to eat for lunch?
6. What is your favorite outfit?
7. What is your favorite game?
8. What is your favorite snack?
9. What is your favorite animal?
10.What is your favorite song?
11. What is your favorite book?
12.Who is your best friend?
13.What is your favorite cereal?
14.What is your favorite thing to do outside?
15.What is your favorite drink?
16.What is your favorite holiday?
17.What do you like to take to bed with you at night?
18.What is your favorite thing to eat for breakfast?
19.What do you want for dinner on your birthday?
20.What do you want to be when you grow up?
I can’t believe she is six years old. WTF. We’re getting suspiciously close to 10, and before I know it, she’ll be in her teens and I’ll be public enemy #1. We still have the discussion about her growing up. You see, I’ve asked her to stop growing. She’s perfect just as she is and I don’t want a thing to change. She did note to me that she can’t reach the top of the shelves yet, so she does indeed need to keep growing. I told her I’d get her whatever she needs but she retorted that won’t help when I’m dead. Ooooookkkkkkkaaaaayyyy then. Thanks.