Goodbye Princesses, Hello Hannah Montana

Last night Macy climbed into bed and spread her princess blanket over her.

This morning she quietly brought it into the playroom, folded it, laid it with the other toys and announced "Mom, I don't need this anymore."

I assumed she meant she didn't need it because it's now the middle of summer, but it seems she's really just moving on from Princesses to Hannah Montana. She told me she no longer wants her princess gowns or back pack either. While my frugal side wants to force her to play with them until she's 16, my fashionable side would much rather deal with sequins and skinny jeans than pepto pink princess dresses.

They grow up so quickly.