I watched “Letters to Juliet” this weekend with my 10-year-old niece. The movie was an eye-roller, but spending the one-on-one time with Sophie was worth it. We don’t see her all that often, but still. She seems to have grown up overnight. She looks and sounds more like a teenager than a little kid now. Except when the “old people” kiss onscreen and she has an “ewwwwwwww that’s so gross” conniption fit.

Anyway, the movie was lame and silly. But the scenery was gorgeous. Sophie and I decided that we’re going to France and Italy when she turns 21. (At which time I will be 42. Whoa.) She wants to go to Verona and put a letter on the Juliet wall about her French boyfriend Jean George, whom she’ll be meeting in Paris. I’m looking forward to it. (And Chloe? I promise Soph and Jean George will be well-chaperoned.)