On house arrest?

Hannah wanted me to braid her hair one night.  When she came down the next morning all ready for school, I almost didn't let her out the door.  The girl looked drop-dead gorgeous and I was trying to decide if house arrest or a brown sack over her head were viable options.  In the end I just took pictures.  Holy smokes these girls grow up!  Emmie got a few extra squeezes that day - I was afraid I'd turn around and she'd be grown up, too.

(H prefers the closed-mouth smile - okay, she prefers that I not post at all so at least I'll include a picture that she prefers - but I gotta say I love her smile)