private pow-wow

It was a Grocery Gala Girls morning.

With Julia getting big and all, I decided we would make a visit to one of my favorite places in our neck of the woods--our local grocer/childcare drop. I know, I know....it's something every town should have. A grocery store with a childcare drop right inside the doors. And, I know, I know, I'm apologizing now if you don't.

So the plan went like this: drop the 3 littles with dear sweet Maria, permit Julia to be the sole mini-Grocery Cart Captain, gather just a few needed items into our mini-cart, and meet at a table in the deli for our first private pow-wow.

She's "almost 4," you know.

And she's "starting preschool so so soon," you know.

So we sat across from eachother, her grocery cart parked perfectly parallel to her spot in our booth, sipped on a Snapple Lemonade and munched on the box of Animal Crackers that the cashier gifted Julia for being...so cute, I assume. And for the next 45 minutes we chatted about the finer things in life. The really important notions that almost 4-year-olds think about.

Things like: do I think there will be children in her class that will try to get her to make the wrong choice, will we drop her off at preschool and then leave her there...because that's what she was hoping for, how was Jesus happy and sad, at the same time, while he died on the cross for us, and when she's big enough to drive a car, do I think she could drive Lauren, her cousin, to church some day?

Like I said, the finer things in life.

That girl. She's my favorite. Favorite big girl.