Yesterday, my Aymee stood next to me,
and with monumental
in voice and action said,
When Norah is 4, we turn 6!
When Norah is 5, we turn 7!
When Norah is 6, we turn 8!
When Norah is 7, we turn 9!
then her chest puffed out even more… and…
deep breath, gruff little exclamation:
When Norah is 8….we turn TEN!!!!”
She chuckled with glee.
The things they say… and O! for the importance of being ten.