Our four year old has been granted a new freedom recently. She's allowed to walk in the grocery store instead of sit in the cart next to her brother. She's tall and we've been stuffing her in there, angling her long legs just right to get through the leg holes for too long. She's overdue to walk next to the cart. We are procrastinators. We know. In fact we should have taught her to walk next to the cart before she learned to speak. We realize this now. Believe me.
She finds joy in her new freedom and wants to lead the way. While letting go of the cart she zoomed around the aisle to run smack into a lady who had stopped to talk on her mobile phone. The view for a four year old is much different from the ground than in the cart. Kate doesn't see a lady. She sees her well defined backside due to some seriously tight, army green leggings. "That's a really biiiiiiiig butt!" my dear sweet, sweet daughter exclaimed.