Emma: Mommy, I'm going to walk. I'm not going to ride in a cart, but Nicky is going to ride in the cart because he's just a baby. I'm not a baby, and I'm going to walk because I am.... independent (pronounced perfectly I might add).
She then proceeded to walk through the sliding doors with a haughty swagger that I'd never seen in her step before. And with each step, she took a little piece of my heart with her.
Seriously. My barely 3 year old daughter has officially declared herself, "independent!?!" C'mon. I expected this at 16, but 3!?! Seriously.