She's four. I know for sure. I'm her mother. I clearly remember when she was born.

The cashier at Babies R Us was very chatty with daughter. Then I guess she realized it was the middle of the day on a Thursday.

CASHIER: Why aren't you in school?

ME: Because she's only four.

CASHIER: Really? She's tall. Well, I guess you get to go in the fall?

ME: No. She won't be five until December. Kindergarten's still a year away.

This is the opposite of most of my childhood (and adulthood, too). Which went more like this:

ADULT: Are you in first or second grade now?

ME: Fifth.

This tall gene is a miracle.