the age of reason

my little cousin turned seven today. to celebrate, at the strike of midnight, we all popped open a bottle of sparkling grape juice and sang to her, in somber tones i might add, a happy birthday.

traditionally, this is about the time when she ought to be able to make decisions for herself. i find that hard to believe, since i've been living under the same roof as her for a little over 2 years. sure, she's developing her own personality, and thankfully it's nowhere near that of her brother's.


i just wish that she'd tone down that piercing shriek that she has when she gets all keyed up. my ears are still ringing from all her excitement of turning a year older....