Growing Up

Every once in a while Presley will do something that will make me think she is growing up way too fast.
On Sunday night, I was headed to the grocery store to get stuff for dinner and the week.  I asked Presley if she wanted to go to the store with me, but her response was: "Daddy you go to the store by yourself."
So off I went.  Thirty seconds down the street and my cell phone rang.  Per my cell phone's caller ID, it was a call from Lora on the house line, but when I answered the phone it was not Lora:
Me:  Hello
P1:  Daddy, get some cupcakes at the store.
Me:  Presley, you want me to get you some cupcakes at the store?
P1:  Yea.
Me.  Okay.  I love you. Bye.
P1:  I love you. Bye.
She sounded so grown up during that phone conversation, and yes, she got her cupcakes.  Nobody that reads this blog could have told her "no."