Lydiaisms

about 7pm every night she starts singing a song.
it's always the same set of words.
it's always a different tune.

the words?
you asked:

"I'm a genius"

She told me the cheese in her sandwich was difficult today and could we please buy the other kind next time?

She is over 1/2 as tall as I am and she didn't even ask permission.

and this might be her face right now:

but this is all I EVER see:

or this:

 or this:

ok...I gotta stop now.
I can't handle this.
This "growing up becoming a lady" thing.
She's six and I'm already over it.