This morning DD was getting ready for school and she must have had a growth spurt because the waist on her jeans was too tight. As I was loosening the adjustable waist band for her I thought back to the first time I told her "you are growing like a weed". She was probably 2.5 years old at this time. She looked at me horrified and started to cry. I asked her why she was crying and she said: I don't want to grow like a weed! I want to grow like a beautiful flower.

Since then I have never been able to tell her she is growing like a weed, so today I told her, well, looks like you are still growing like a beautiful flower and she smiled smile Love that girl!