It’s about Z. She’s five.
For me, this youngest-child-turns-five marks the transition from young fam to older fam.
We still can’t get down the driveway without someone screaming, but our kids are almost helpful.
I’m sad that there are no more to join our crew, but our crew are never dull.
She’s so independant.
She could probably start a side business on the farm.
It’s not about me anymore. It’s brats like me.