She tried to go to sleep with them on.
Then she tried to sleep with them in her arms.
At four a.m., I woke up to her tap dancing in the hallway in them.
Then, this morning, as Daddy was getting her ready for daycare, she wanted to wear them. Daddy said: "Not now, you're too young - you can wear them when you're older."
To which she replied: "I older. I SIX."
Jo and I were walking from church, and she saw an older, balding man ahead of us on the street.
"That Daddy?" she asked.
"No, that's not Daddy," I said. "Daddy's at home, and Daddy's much cuter."
"Oh," she said. "That OLD Daddy."