Six going on twenty

We had a great birthday party for Ellie with the family in Chicago. Ellie got some wonderful presents, including a Hannah Montana-style outfit from Uncle James. Ellie finished dinner early and while the rest of us ate, she quietly slipped upstairs and changed into the outfit Uncle James gave her. She came down wearing her jeans, a sparkly butterfly t-shirt and a pink pullover sweater. Everyone ooooohed and aaaahed and we all clapped uproariously at how cute Ellie was and how stylish she looked in her new outfit.

All except Greg, who sat quietly at the table with sweat beading up on his forehead as he watched his daughter age 10 years in front of his eyes.

Stylin' clothes. The bane of a father's existence.