I was walking past my daughter's room and saw that Emme was arranging the hand-me-down Barbies that her friend Mallory gave to Marlowe. The older girls had "grown out of" playing with Barbies, they agreed, but they consented to helping Marlowe set them up in the playroom, which led to hours of hanging out with the Barbies (hot tip: when you have middle schoolers, you don't say "playing" anymore, apparently).
Anyway, when I caught Emme in the playroom, I had to stop and capture the scene. "You'll love these when you're older," I said. I pictured her as a teen, grimacing at this ludicrous statement. "Much older," I added.