my nine year old cousin just coached me on how to make a latte.

either I am stuck in the passe era of single digit milleniums

or she is a genius.

(I think she might be a genius.)

(she also taught me how to play wii. but I credit that one to my being a freak of my generation and not to her obvious genius. hey, is it my fault i hate playing games I can't win??? I discovered I have a talent for the Wii dance though...so Wii is in and mind games are out.)

 

p.s. I think my cousin is the most beautiful person in the whole world. I've thought that ever since she was a baby. she has these huge angelina jolie lips, a huge smile, huge brown-green eyes that sparkle like the dickens, intense eyebrows, lanky, skinny little frame (pretty similar to how I was when I was her age...I fit into toddler sized shorts back then too)

 

and she is just smart, sweet, feisty, pigheaded and smartly manipulative...she's just wonderful.

If I ever have kids, I've known for a while I'd name a daughter after her: Elsa.