As always seems to be the case, the milestone snuck up on me, I didn’t comprehend that we were slipping through a window in time. I woke to the hissing that is little girls attempting to whisper. “Here, right heeeer. Psst, Ave, like this you can do it.” Followed by rustling, clanging and thundering tiptoes. “Briar? Here, for youuuuuuuu. A shirt!” I tried to roll over and sleep it away, but a quick bit of arithmetic prompted me to lurch from bed so that I could deal with two, rather than try to sleep away three. I wrangled on some clothes as the cool air had snuck through the upstairs and made my tank top laughable as cover. Before I’d set foot in the…