All Children Grow Up...

All children, except one, grow up. They soon know they will grow up, and the way Wendy knew was this. One day when she was two years old she was playing in a garden, and she plucked another flower and ran with it to her mother. I suppose she must have looked rather delightful, for Mrs. Darling put her hand to her heart and cried, 'Oh, why can't you remain like this forever!' This was all that passed between them on the subject, but henceforth Wendy knew that she must grow up. You always know after you are two. Two is the beginning of the end.

The opening paragraph of Peter Pan by J. M. Barrie

The other night I overheard my husband reading these first lines of the book Peter Pan to our 7 year old.


  1. I call my husband Peter Pan...he'll never grow up :)
    Super sweet post! super sweet little faces. Did I mention how instrumental Lev was in my getting back into preschool work...spending time with babies and toddlers...my heart is full. xoxo


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