This whole "age of reason" thing is swooping Gianna up like a big tidal wave, overtaking every part of her. All of a sudden she's forming syllogisms on a daily basis, her vocabulary has soared to a new level, she shed the training wheels on her bike and has her first loose tooth.
All at once. Too fast, too fast.
Her new argumentative approach is kind of funny though. For instance, when I told her I was the parent and not the child she retorted, "But you ARE a child....a child of God." Or when I remarked that peanut butter is not a treat she argued, "It's a treat for people in third world countries."
Yes it is, sweetheart.
I knew this change was coming, but no one told me it comes all at once. I feel like her former little self is drifting away at sea and a new child is emerging from the water. A rebirth of sorts. It's sad and scary and happy and beautiful all at once.