"I need new jeans, Mama." Nearly five-year-old Lola stood before me.

"Why? They look fine."

"Look. Look here, they are TOO tight. They hurt me."

"Oh." I examined the relatively new pair of jeans on her and they were in fact tight.

"See, Mama. I need new jeans."

"Your birthday is two weeks away, let's wait. Okay, Gorgeous?"

"Okay, Mama. Size five because the sunshine in Mexico made me grow!" She squealed at the fact that she had outgrown her jeans and was ready for the next size up. The physical proof was a sign that she was growing up.

"Okay, size five. You are growing up so fast. Please stop. Soon I will be able to look you in the eyes."

"Remember I need a size five now." "Yes." "I'm really growing up, Mama!!! I reeeeeally am." She giggled. Then frowned. "But, Mama..." "What, Gorgeous?" "Your jeans are waaaaaaaaay too tight." She stressed the WAY waaaaaay too long.

"And. Mama." "Yes. Lola." "You need a new pair too."