Vitamitzvah

C: "Little One! What are you doing up on the counter?"

Little One: "Getting our vitamins.  We finished breakfast."

C: "O...k.  But you need Mommy's help to open the containers.  So hang on minute, please." 

Little One shrugs: "It's ok, Mom.  I got it."

C: "They're child-proof, love.  That means that-"

Little One expertly pops the lids off.

C: "Um.  Who taught you how to do that?!"

Little One looks at me almost piteously and shakes Her head.

"Oh, Mom.  You know, I can read now."

She smiles at my blank stare and pats my shoulder, as if consoling a small child.

" Look here- 'push down and turn right'.  Want me ta show you how?"

I guess we can skip the sweet 16 party.  Apparently, once one can read, they are no longer a 'child'.