Six

Six rocks.  Kinda sorta.  I love the independence six brings.  I love the frienships she is developing.  I love the independent play.  I love the riding of a two-wheeler. I love the missing teeth.  I love the selection of her own clothes (sometimes).  I loathe the sassy mouth. Rolling of the eyes.  Crap-attitude.  I love that this will seem like a joy as compared to 16.