Little Miz K., Driver Extraordinaire

This should strike terror in the hearts of everyone. K. is behind the wheel.

Little Miz K. is anxiously counting down the days until she gets her driver's license and the Man and I are anxiously counting down the days until our insurance rates go up, up, up.

I really don't know how this happened so quickly. I was just feeding her in a high chair a few days ago. And she's barely out of diapers, wearing big girl pants. Really. It seems like just yesterday we were tucking her in at night, with the blankie Grandma made, and all her stuffed animals piled around her.

But there she goes. Ready to drive off without me.

Pooh.

Growing up is hard. On parents.