I was giving the girls' the day's schedule when I said Grammie would be coming over to babysit because I had a doctor's appointment. The brunette twin looked at me and said, "Oh, it's ok. Grammie doesn't need to come over. We'll be fine. You can trust us."
I said, "Nice try, but you're nine. You don't stay home by yourself."
She smiled and went back to reading her book.
As I walked away I marveled at how much she matured during the past year. Normally the brunette twin gets nervous if she doesn't know where we are in the house. If I move from one room to the next she wants to know where I'm going. If I go to the store she wants to know where Daddy is in the house.
Sometimes I'd leave them at home when I walked Oreo around the block. It was a short time, but the brunette twin often called just to make sure I was carrying my phone. Actually, she often patted my pockets to make sure I had it before I left the house.
If you asked me, I would have told you that the blond twin would be the one to suggest leaving them home alone. It never occurred to me that the brunette twin would make the suggestion first.