"I'm All For Growing Up!"

It was the Neilburg Composite School graduation ceremonies last night and I didn't have a sitter. I decided Alisdair would be able to look after himself, quite capably for a little while, so I told Isobel she would have to come along with me when I went to take photos for the newspaper.

I explained to Isobel there would be lots of beautiful girls and they would be wearing pretty dresses.

"I love pretty dresses," she exclaimed loudly, and as we walked across the street towards the school, she gave a little jump. When I told her when she graduated someday, she too, would have a pretty dress, Isobel inquired, "And dangly earrings?"

When I said, yes, she probably could wear dangly earrings, too -- she got even more excited.

"I'm all for growing up!," Isobel declared.

It was also an educational experience for Isobel because one of the graduates was a lesbian and she had her "girlfriend" as an escort.

When we came home Isobel told me that she was going to tell Grandma about the pretty dresses with all the sparkles and that she'd learned, "Girls were mixable!"

Not exactly a lesson I hoped she would learn.

Sometimes, I think it might not be such a great idea to be "all for growing up!"