I'm Not Ready for This . . .

I was dropping Munchkin off at school this morning. In the car on the way to school, she asked if she could go to the cafeteria to check what her balance was. They're having "Thanksgiving" lunch at school, and she wanted to make sure she had enough in her student account for a tray lunch today.

So, we get to school, and I drive over to park near the cafeteria so we can walk together. We get out of the car, and start walking toward the cafeteria.

Munchkin: Mom, I can go in myself.

Me: I know, sweetie, but I can still walk with you.

Munchkin: Mom! I'm CAPABLE!!!!!

With that, she stomped her little foot, turned, and marched off toward the cafeteria. Alone.

First, where did the little girl go who used to hold my hand tightly and plead with me not to leave until the final bell rang? Second, since when did my 5-year-old start using words like "capable"??????!!!!!!

I need some ice-cream and a chick flick right now.

*bawls*