Four Going on Fourteen

For the longest time I've been accusing BabyGirl of being four going on fourteen. For instance, she has a "boyfriend" at school. When we took said friend with us to the skate center for a playdate the excursion was preceded by 45 minutes of closet destruction. It was like a toddler's episode of "What to Wear?". She has since admitted that she "loves" her boyfriend and that she even kissed him on the playground (on the cheek, thank goodness!). What struck me most about the situation is her reason for playing only with the boys in her class: the "little" girls are too bossy and mean. Speaking the truth at 4 and a half! She does have girl friends, but just prefers to play with the boys.
For days now she's been insisting on taking a book on the bus each morning. She has a girlfriend she likes to sit with and they look at the books together. She told me it was a "big" girl, so I'm thinking maybe a third or fourth grader? Notsomuch. BabyGirl asked me this morning if she could take my InStyle Magazine on the bus with her. Huh? Why? "I think my friend will like the pictures". Oky doky. Whatever gets you out the door, honey.
As I watched her proudly trot onto the bus my eyes followed her further toward the back of the bus than I've noticed her sitting before. She usually sits toward the front with her friend, Tanner. Not anymore apparently. She marched further, further, and then finally settled down next to her "friend": an adorable ninth grader decked out in Abercrombie Jeans and a Lilly sweater. Nice. Four going on fourteen, indeed.