G (via text message): Mom, where r u?
Me (also via text): Getting your flute for band.
Ten minutes later ...
G: Srsly, where r u?
Me: Um, getting your flute, like I said.
Eight or nine years ago, as I was helping toddler G brush her teeth and watching "Elmo in Grouchland" with her for the umpteenth time, I could not have imagined us texting each other across town (she's at a Girl Scout Halloween party) to discuss her band instrument. And yet here we are. Time doesn't always feel like it's flying when you're in it, but when you look back later, you can see how far it's flown.