Growing Up

"Joseph?" I asked as I pulled the car in the garage. "Why is Mommy's step stool in the garage?  And why are her garlic racks moved to the craft shelf?"  Mommy speaks in the third person.  A lot. It's because she is Royalty.

"I played darts with Daddy this morning."

"Oh really?" I started to draft the What the Hell Were You Thinking speech in my head for later discussion with the husband.

"Yes.  I learned to play darts safely."

"Well, I guess that's a good thing?"  I scratched the speech and decided that this was one of those situations I'm going to have to let go.  Since he learned to play safely and all.

"Mommy, I'm growing up," my four-year-old said very seriously.  "I can play darts safely, I can peel a carrot and I can make my own toast."

"Wow, baby! You really are growing up!"

"I know," my little red head said, nodding sagely. "It's what happens."