My older daughter turned six today, and decided that she wanted to go on a birthday/Valentine's date with a younger man. That's her favourite five-year-old boyfriend—who is in her kindergarten class, was in preschool with her for two years, and who also shared swimming lesson times with her last summer. I chaperoned them to Red Robin for lunch, where they mostly sat and told each other poo-poo jokes while eating their fish and chips.
Her younger sister turned four a couple of weeks ago. Today, while the older sibling had the date, my youngest went to get ear piercings, accompanied by Mom.
You might think they're too young for these things. But I figured that the earlier their parents get used to dates and piercings, the less we'll be freaked out by them later. Plus, then maybe they'll rebel by studying really hard or something.