Independence

Megan and I ate at Wendy's last week. Hey, I got her the oranges, not the fries! She just loves getting a kids' meal ... well, she loves the toy. If the sit-down restaurants would just start giving out cheap little toys with their meals the toddlers and pre-schoolers would beg their parents to take them there. In the middle of our dinner she informed me she had to use the restroom, and I wasn't invited. I changed tables to be sure I could watch who came in and out of the bathroom. Luckily, there were only a few other patrons. When Megan re-appeared (pants pulled up, hands washed) I barely recognized her. When did this grown-up, independent being replace my little girl??