Growing Up

Not quiet 11 but old enough to go in and buy frozen yogurt, or fro-yo as she calls it, all by herself.

After school Ally asked if we could go get fro yo. It's her favorite treat. We have a local shop in Harvard Square. Parking can be tough so I pulled up about 10 yards away and sent her in with cash to buy herself some. 

She ran across the street so fast I couldn't snap a picture of that, but here she is walking towards the car with her fro-yo.

Her standard is the original flavor, which is tart vanilla with gummy bears and chocolate chips.

 What a happy girl.