Although it's been said

It's official Rowan is growing up. We were driving to AWANA, passing the Lakeshore store when it hit me.

"Mommy you said, 'X, Y, and Z.'," she said, as we sat at a light.

I thought, I said what? What is she talking about?

"Mommy, remember you said, 'X, Y, and Z,'?" she questioned.

"Rowan, you are creating a history that did not exist." When did I sign up for a revisionist history class on the things I've said to my kids? "I never said that."

"Oh," she replied, then went back to sucking her thumb and twirling her hair.

This three-year-old was telling me things I never said and with no laughter in her voice, so I could be in on the joke. No, my big girl has learned a new form of lying. UGH!!! I'm getting older and my memory isn't what it use to be, but Rowan's recollection of what I said, like we can all go to McDonald's after AWANA, is something I'd remember. It's amazing isn't it that the stuff she remembers I said are all things to benefit her or things I was going to get her or buy her. Ahh, that disease of self, I heard it's a killer.

Why must they grow up? Why?! And why must they learn to talk so early? If the life expectancy is 80 years or so, would it have been so bad if kids didn't start talking until their 10? That would only give parents 8 years of hearing talking before the kids would be off to college, yet still give the kids 70 years to talk. It'd be a win-win situation for everyone involved.

Some milestones kids have to reach, but you wish they didn't.