I head toward the bathroom, where Evie is already standing on her tiptoes, trying to reach the sink. Her tiny body strains with effort as she clutches her toothbrush, determined to do it all by herself.
“Need some help?” I ask, bending down to assist her, but she shakes her head with a determined look in her eyes.
“No, Mommy, I got it!” she insists, her small hands gripping the toothbrush with surprising dexterity. She maneuvers it with a concentration that makes me smile.
I watch with amusement as she carefully brushes her teeth, her tongue sticking out in earnest as she focuses. “You’re doing a great job,” I say, ruffling her hair gently.
Evie beams up at me through the mirror, her cheeks flushed with pride. “Thanks, Mommy. I’m a big girl now.”
I smile, leaning in to give her a quic
