As I'm typing this, she's grabbed my keys from the side table and is waving to me. "Bye-bye!" I don't know where she thinks she's going, but I'm having this flash forward feeling of her when she's sixteen with the keys to the car.
Today, I'm over at the Black Rose Blog discussing characters with the other authors from the darker side of the garden. And, talking about characters, I have to go chase after my daughter. She's got my shoes and is heading towards my handbag. Like mother, like daughter, I guess!