I can tell Macy is growing up because she has started helping me answer the questions we hear on a daily basis.
What country are you from?
I’m American. (Although every now and then she’ll say, I’m Chinese)
How old are you?
What’s your name?
Is that your little brother or little sister?
My little sister!
Yesterday, in the elevator, someone asked us if Selah was a girl or boy. Macy quickly answered – she’s a girl! That’s my little sister!
And then she added to it – as if she’d heard it all before – (pardon my direct translation)
“I don’t yet have a little brother”.
The lady who was asking giggled. “Well, tell your mom to have a boy next time!”
Oh, Macy. Only in this country.