I fell asleep reading Charlotte's Web to DD last night and we were at the very beginning of Wilbur's attempted escape. She woke me up apparently about 15 minutes later and said with tears in her eyes, "Mommy, Wilbur didn't make it. I wanted him to go back to Fern and live happily ever after." We're putting the book away for now. She sees Wilbur as Fern's baby and their separation is giving her nightmares.

On her ballet front, both her teacher and I told her that she'd be able to skip in a year or so (or later) and it's okay that she cannot skip for now. Well, she decided that that won't do and willed herself to learn to skip over the weekend. She asked me to talk her through the process. She thought about it, practiced it for a few minutes, then she was skipping.

Why is it that everything she does makes me happy and worried at the same time?