Is it already time

For the kids to start discussing the names of all the girls in their class?

Or for them to tell me - you already gave me juice in the snack box then why should I get juice in the afternoon also? What is the point in wasting it?

Or for them to advice- Cap the pen- why are you wasting your pen.
(forget the fact that their own marker is lying around uncapped)

Or for me to hold their hands or feet in my palm and find that they no longer feel like a baby's? To find that they do not fit inside the palm of my hand at all but spill over outside.

I hold on to my tender thoughts and the feel of the tiny hands nestled in my hands and wonder when exactly they crossed over to the other side? Damn