Things have been insanely busy around the Pink Cup House, but I wanted to catch you up.
Frances, at nearly 11.5 years, is changing.
For one thing, she has become very tall and lanky, and she’s starting to appear more teenager-ish.
For another thing, she is now likely to share facts with people as a way to connect, and she takes advice about how to interact. The risks she takes often pay off. Recently, I overheard her approach a group of adults and say, “Hi. My name is Frances.” People spoke positively about her to me frequently throughout the evening.
Moreover, she now combines honesty and humour to affect someone. For example, with all four of us in the car one recent evening, we had the following conversation:
Me: One day, girls, we’ll get a new car.
Frances: When Daddy finally agrees to spend some money…
We all laughed out loud.
As I mentioned before, her teacher has described her as “delightfully sassy.” The other day, I asked Pink Cup Sister to go to the basement for a step stool. She came back empty handed because all she could see was something that looked like a bench. Pink Cup Daddy went down to the basement and grabbed the stool. At this point, Frances said, “Don’t worry, Mummy. You won’t have to be disappointed in me: I know what a step stool is.” 🤭
So, “ribbing” her sister, her father, and, sometimes, me has become second nature to her.
She still plays with horse dolls, skips from place to place, but she is growing up.