Best Buddy

Nobody told me that eventually your little baby grows up to be your best buddy. That eventually you look forward to summertime with your baby, instead of having panic attacks about how you are going to entertain her all day every day by yourself. That eventually your baby sits and has conversations with you at restaurants, instead of throwing food and screaming, and drawing angry faces from the unlucky adults seated near you. That eventually your baby says, "I just need to finish this last page and I'll be right there," while reading a novel, instead of clawing for your attention while you're trying to finish whatever it is you were trying to finish.

I like six.