My seven year old Hanna who was seven and three quarters for what seemed a lifetime, turned eight years old yesterday.

Another gentle reminder that yet another year has passed and my Mom was wrong.  I do still remember the labour and delivery pains.

Hanna tested the waters to some extent at seven, pushing some boundaries wondering what she might be able to get away with. Overnight, while making the transition from seven to eight, something happened and she was gifted with all of the knowledge the world had to offer in the blink of an eye.

While driving to the park we passed a large truck hauling pigs. We knew they were pigs based on several scrunched snouts poking through woven bars, curly tails and the obvious three up at the front with the bricks and wolf-tail hats.

Chloe (21 months): Pigs! Pigs! Snert! Snert! Onk! Onk!

Ellie (5): Look Mom! A truck full of pigs! I guess they’re being moved to their new farm today.

Hanna: (8): Those pigs are off to get cooked and it’s “snort” and “oink” Chloe.

Ouch.

Ellie (5): Mom, when people have a twin on t.v. but it’s not really a twin, it’s really them, like it’s the same person, how do they do that?

Hanna: (8): They do it with computers Ellie.

Ellie: But how?
Hanna: The producers Ellie! Ever heard of producers?

The good news is, she’s still able to make use of the word “scrumples” in casual conversation at least a couple of times a day and asks to have her blanket “splashed” on her at night, so I still have time to think of her as a child at least for a little while…..wince.

Still, I’m having a hard time not scrumpling my face right now. I may need someone to splash a blanket over my head.