eightness

Sigh.... only a few more days left of daughter being her glorious 8 self.  If I could bottle her right now I would....it could be a perfume, so whenever I needed her eightness, I could spray a little of it.  It would smell like peonies, bubblegum, Popsicles, and bubble bath...with a trace note of sweaty converse sneakers (yuck, I know, but to make it realistic it's true).  I would call it...ummm, "eight", and it would look like the Prada perfume bottle (all classic and pretty),

with a turquoise atomizer (because pink is no longer her favorite color and since she's just about 9, she would probably require rhinestones on the bottle, but I would have to draw the line and say no, ha ha ha) the symbol would be an 8 only on its side:  infinity.

So far 8's been my favorite, although I've said that about all the years (except 3, never about 3, jgheeshz) and I know 9 will be lovely.