5 years, 3 months.
Sometimes while I am giving you a bath, you randomly tell me some of the most insightful discoveries going on in your head, as a 5 year-old girl; like recently:
“Daddy, am I the brightest one?… And Nonna is the darkest?”
You are self-aware of the fact that you are curiously the fairest complected member of our entire living family tree; as it is simply a natural response when people see you with any family members; to point it out.
And true, it’s most obvious when you are next to Nonna.
You managed to get all the German and Norwegian genes, and apparently none of the Mexican or Mediterranean.