A tiny little pink croc-wearing 4 year-old. She's funny and cute and and calls me mama and holds my hand.
While we were eating, a bunch of teenagers started filing in for lunch. I watched them joke with each other, hold their boyfriends hands, look at other groups of teenagers and whisper. I looked back at my cute little stripey girl eating her hot dog like a "Beaver" and thought "TIME, STAND STILL!!" Don't let her get that old. Don't let her have a boyfriend and don't let her be old enough to go to Costco by herself to have lunch. Let her stay 4.
Then I said to her, "Viv, can you just stay 4?" To which she replied, "I will be 4 forever... until my birthday next year."
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