Today is my Little's 10th birthday. Last night I stopped by her house with a very pink gift; she didn't open it then, so I don't know yet if it was a hit. I'm not used to buying gifts for 10-year-olds. It's kind of hard, especially if you're averse to indulging gender stereotypes.
I got her a bead kit, but now I'm second-guessing, given how cheap it was and her oral fixation. Oh god, those beads were made in China; they're probably coated in lead and she's probably sucking on one right now. I poisoned my Little. I'm the worst Big ever.