"Mommy, I want you to put my hair in two ponytails." (Juliet's word for pigtails.) "But I don't want you to do it like you do it, I want you to do it like my friend, Bella. She has them on the side of her head. OK, Mommy, do it like how my friend, Bella, has her hair. I want my hair like her."

Um, alright. I'm not sure how we just flashed forward to age 13, but I'm pretty sure time doesn't move that fast.