My daughters are growing up. Sure, I’ve noticed the overt differences between their advanced age and their “yute”. But I noticed a subtle one today. Oldest daughter decided to go out to the movies with beau d’ jour. I think they are seeing Deathrace, but I digress. This is the same daughter who refused to wear a dress for most of her life. Today, she put on make-up, did her hair, and chose a breezy sun dress for this afternoon event. The boyfriend is rather lucky.