Yes, we are in full-on time-warp mode, because my little baby girl? The one who was born, like, five minutes ago? She started preschool yesterday—which explains the princess backpack. I’m pulling the emergency brake. This thing is moving way too fast.
Her pointed fingers? Well, she has somehow, of her own accord, developed a penchant for striking dramatic poses whenever a camera is aimed at her. I have no clue where she learned to do this. Must be a girl thing. As soon as she learns how to pair her “I’m so cute” poses with a request for a live pony, I’m royally screwed.