When I went downstairs to get my clothes out of the dryer just now, G informed me that she was fixing her own breakfast. Sure enough, she'd gotten out the (heavy) toaster, plugged it in, and was making waffles for herself. They popped up just as I walked into the kitchen. She even had a plate waiting for them.
I know this is probably nothing remarkable in most homes, but G does not tend toward independence at all, and I get excited every time I see a glimpse of a future in which she does things for herself. Not that I mind making her waffles that much, but I don't want to still be doing it every morning when she's in college!