I think it may have been the way she was wearing sunglasses propped up on her head. Not sure.
But, at some point, this evening, I realized that I truly have a little girl on my hands. At times, she is whiny, but the level of conversation is quite intense and it's obvious that she is absorbing so much. I'm almost nervous about the moves I make, lest they make the wrong impression.
It's right now, when I have to invest in the relationship, where she trusts me.
Don't want to wake up in 10 years and realize I don't know my own daughter.