My daughter, my joy

My precious, nearly six year old daughter Ella, has started testing the waters with fibbing. She seems to think that I won't catch her in a lie but has failed to remember I used to be a kid, too. I tell her, when I know she's lying, that I can see a light on her forehead. It's a light only Joe and I can see. Sometimes it's pink, orange or whatever color I can spout out at the time. She runs to a mirror to see it for herself but is unable to. She almost immediately says she's sorry and won't fib to us again. (I know better.) Well, her little lies (liys) are getting a bit grander these days. She's been losing privileges and has been seeing her room more recently. Oh the joys of parenthood.

Last night I had to run out to the store and when I came home she had made me this card. She's just too cute and I had to run to my room and shed a few tears. My first born child is writing and reading and is really starting to understand the consequences of her actions. I still remember the day she was born and all the excitement that led up to that day. My, how time flies.