How and when — ow, gawd, WHEN?? — did my adorable little 10 year-old daughter change magically from this tiny little person (and really, I look at this preschool picture and I swear she was talking about circle time and learning to ride a bike only the blink of an eye ago):
into this so very grown up and beautiful — argh, I’m afraid to say it — pre-teen/young-adultish creature? (And the photo quality stinks because I only had my cell phone crapcam with me, but I’m actually glad it’s blurry)
(Picture deleted and replaced with this stunning lookalike, since the world doesn’t get to ogle Abby in heels :P)
I took her to Payless to buy a new pair of flip flops to get her through the summer, and she made a beeline for the women’s size 6 stilettos, using the aisle as her own personal runway until I dragged her from the store. This kid has got the poses, the walk, the attitude. And the LEGS… I mean… Ooohhh. Craaaap!
Wasn’t she just kicking off her tiny little baby socks? Begging for Hello Kitty sneakers? Loving her Barbie sandals?
HOW! DID! THIS! HAPPEN!??