YOU'RE ELEVEN RIGHT?

I remember talking with my oldest daughter only a couple of months ago. She was asking me all these questions about womanhood and training bras and I was caught by suprise. I thought maybe she was seeing things on t.v , and maybe she started looking ahead a bit. I was never the less suprised that we were having this conversation so soon.
I knew that I would have to face these issues eventually with her and then again with my youngest daughter. I said "honey, you don't have to worry about that for a couple of years". I went on to explain to her that she was only eleven, and when the time came, she could always talk to me about anything. I have four younger sisters, there's nothing we won't be able to talk about. But why give it any more thought now, I mean, come on, she's only eleven.
I soon found out that there was no "only", as in only eleven". She came to me not more than two weeks later, and Mister Mom was off to the drug store for some feminine products. I told her I loved her and congratulated her. I can see the relief in her eyes and we even spoke about openly later that night. I tucked her into bed later that night and I just had to ask her again. "Honey, you are only eleven, right?"