Houston, We Have a Problem

I was just about to put the kids in bed when they asked if they could play for five minutes before bed. I said sure, what's five minutes any how? So K came out a few minutes later with breasts. I was puzzled??? Me: Uh, whatcha doin honey? Her: I'm playing. Me: what are you playing? Her: princess. Me: oh. Her: ear to ear grin. Me: what's in your jammies? Her: socks. Me: I see that. Her: ear to eat grin. Me: why? Her: I already told you, I'm being a princess, how's my hair look. Me: great, now take out the socks and go get into bed. I am not usually so short. I was just horrified, I had never thought of this day. We've talked about periods and boys and even getting breasts, just never stuffing jammies at the age of seven. After a minute or so the horror wore off and I laughed realizing why she had just done this. She went to her friend’s play of Beauty and the Beast tonight. Duh, it should have clicked sooner. I was just shocked to see her like that. I thought I would handle the teenage years fine and I'm sure I will as long as she doesn't walk into her bedroom a little girl and walk right back out looking like that. I have this feeling that at least one of you is going to say she will. I am not as okay with her growing up as I thought I was. Reality hurts. Above picture is her when she was four. Tomorrow she will learn all about the breastplate of righteousness!