I was sitting at a colleague's desk the other day and happened to look at an old photo of The Dormouse she still has tacked to the wall. It's been awhile since I've looked at that photo and suddenly I was struck by how much my daughter's face has changed recently. The sweet little pudgy cheeks have thinned out and the mischievous grin has been replaced by the knowing Mona Lisa smile of a girl who has seen it all. I'm not quite sure when this happened... when my daughter grew up from a baby to a girl. But I do know this: I went straight home and forbade her to get any older. That ought to take care of that.