Gwen's ten. She's ten, and it's time, and she's been bouncing around the house for weeks in excitement.
Her mom watches her with tolerant amusement as she bounds back into the front room and starts spinning in place while flapping her hands. "You're going to make yourself dizzy, you know."
Gwen stops spinning, resolutely ignores how her head takes a moment to catch up to that, and signs, I'm fine! I just want my Pokemon already!
Her mom nods seriously. "You're all ready?"
Gwen nods back rapidly, then double-checks. Yes, she did actually put her shoes on the right feet, and they're good shoes for walking, and she has her bag with her sensory toys and her headphones. Pokemon!! she signs.
Her mom laughs. "All right, all right. Let's go see the Professor."