I was driving the girls home from daycare today (it was a much better day) and Jorja had made a paper crown in Kindergarten. Ginny asked if she could wear it. Jorja replied that it would be too big now and that maybe they should try when Ginny turns three (like it will still be around then). "I'm still two now," Ginny says. "Yes, I know," says Jorja, "we'll try when you're three." "Great idea Jorja!" Ginny says. Maybe you had to be there, and I'm not doing the story justice, but it was the cutest thing. She's so supportive.
Our trip for Petland is planned for the morning - the girls are quite beside themselves actually. As we were getting ready for bed, I told Ginny that if she wanted to go that she had to go to bed good. She said that she would and we started up the stairs. I mentioned again that she had to go to bed nice and that I was really looking forward to going to the pet store. Without missing a beat, Ginny turned to me and said, "Then you have to sleep good." Touche. I guess if I want to go, then the same rules should apply to me. Later.