When you're six and you're the youngest in the family, you end up listening to all kinds of interesting family interactions. Everyone else might think you're just sitting there oblivious, playing with your animal figures and singing One Direction songs to yourself.
But no. You are listening. And paying attention. And processing information about the future.
In the last 24 hours, my six year old has been hanging out in the background of many a tense conversation between the parents of this house and one of our teenagers.
Her observation this morning:
"Mom, I tell ya', I am NOT looking forward to my teenage years."
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You and me both, sister.
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