Best Friend

Last night after playing with little Lucy who lives about 5 houses down from us, Anna lay tired on her lay-z-boy recliner. She looks at me, takes a deep breath, smiles and says, "Mommy, I think Lucy is starting to become my best friend."

I just smiled. I wonder what classifies "starting to become" and how she ranks all her friends. This afternoon she asked to go see her "Very best neighbor friend.... ummm what's he name?!?!" and was pretty bummed when no one answers the door. "We can try later for my best friend," she tells me. :)

Much Love,
Jenny